I honestly expected them to tell me to sleep.
That would have been easier.
Everyone had been so careful around me since I woke up. Mom kept touching my hand like she needed proof I was still there. Dr. Vale spoke softly, explained every movement, and kept reminding me not to strain my voice.
Even Damon had backed away whenever the monitor started beeping too fast.
So when Dr. Vale set the notepad in my lap and said, “You can ask questions when you are ready,” I was not prepared for anyone to actually mean it.
I had too many questions.
They crowded my head until it hurt.
But I did not start with the big ones.
Not the seal.
Not Dad.
Not the mark under my skin that had started glowing like it had been waiting for Damon to walk into my life.
I needed something smaller first.
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