Isabelle sat up slowly, her face pale and drawn. The light above her hospital bed was unstable, giving a ghostly hue across her features. Aria held her hand gently, but her eyes were focused on the hallway, alert to every sound. Jerry stood at the door, his eyes scanning every passerby with suspicion.
"What if they come back?" Isabelle's voice was barely audible.
"They won’t get close again," Aria said firmly. "Not while I’m breathing."
Jerry turned slightly. "We have protection on every entrance. They won't get in without a war."
But Isabelle wasn’t convinced. Her fingers trembled in Aria's hand.
“While I was being pushed around this evening, I saw him, in a black cap and nose mask. I can't picture his face but he kept following me."
" Do you recognize him?”
Isabelle nodded slowl
