Evelyn's POV
An hour later—
It wasn’t until I saw Laurel lying on the hospital bed, her breathing finally steady and even, that something inside me loosened, the tension that had been coiled tight in my chest for the past hour snapping all at once, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion so complete that my legs gave out beneath me and I sank into the chair beside her bed, every muscle in my body suddenly aware of just how close I had come to losing her.
The doctors—and the kind woman who had stayed with me the entire time—had reassured me more than once that Laurel was stable now, that the episode had passed, that all we had to do was wait for her to wake up.
I checked my phone.
22:21.
Eight messages from Sebastian.
I didn’t even need to open them to know what they said—updates about
