**Aloe's POV**
The sedative in my afternoon tea had been expertly disguised—just enough to make my thoughts fuzzy around the edges, my movements slow and compliant. I recognized the signs after three years of Dr. Chen's "anxiety medications." But this time felt different. Stronger. More final.
Through my window, I could see unusual activity on the grounds. Men in medical scrubs wheeling equipment toward what looked like a helicopter landing pad behind the house. The sound of rotor blades approaching from the distance.
They were moving me again.
"Mrs. Savage?" Dr. Chen entered without knocking, followed by two nurses I'd never seen before. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired," I said honestly. The room seemed to sway slightly, and I gripped the windowsill for balance.
"That's perfectly norm
