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AUTHOR’S POV
The quiet hum of the hospital machines was the only sound filling the room, an eerie backdrop to the storm of emotions raging inside Sloane.
The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating her, trapping her in this nightmare she couldn’t escape.
She sat stiffly against the hospital bed, her back pressing into the pillows, though they brought her no comfort.
Vivian sat beside her in the chair, her fingers twisting together in her lap, her expression tense.
Neither of them spoke.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy, pressing down on them like an unbearable weight.
Sloane didn’t know what to say. And judging by the way Vivian’s lips parted and closed, as if she was debating whether to speak at all, neither did she.
Vincien and Damon had left earlier,
