Aliya’s POV
The scent of antiseptics flared my nostrils as I struggled to pry my eyes open. The beeping sound of machines was the first thing my ears came in contact with, and when I finally opened my eyes, I became consumed with disappointment.
I was alive and well, but what was the essence at this point? I expected to be locked up in a coffin somewhere, dead, but here I was, living for nothing.
My eyes were wide open, but it felt wrong. I shouldn’t have been able to open them, not after what I’d been through for years, and certainly not after what happened to me before now.
My thoughts immediately traveled back to the day at the office after Nick had left abruptly because I asked a question so easy that even a kindergartener could answer.
I was filled with disappointment and decided
