Aloe's POV
The sound of packing woke me from a restless sleep. It was the quiet, and ruffle movements in the hallway—footsteps, hushed voices, the rustle of equipment being moved.
I'd heard similar sounds three years ago when Wakes had decided our Manhattan penthouse wasn't secure enough after a break-in attempt by paparazzi.
It was the sound of my world shrinking again.
"Mrs. Savage?" Dr. Chen appeared in my doorway, his face carefully neutral. "How are you feeling this evening?"
Evening. I glanced at the window, surprised to see darkness had fallen while I'd been dozing. The sedatives were still affecting my sense of time, making hours blur together like watercolors in rain.
"Tired," I said honestly. "Confused. What's all the activity in the hallway?"
He moved to my bedside, chec
