Viviane jolted awake from unconsciousness, her eyes snapping open to a stark, blinding white. The cold, monotonous walls surrounded her, and the sharp, sterile scent in the air instantly brought her back to full awareness.
She didn't have time to process why she was in a hospital. Her instincts took over, and her gaze darted around the small room in urgent search.
Then, she saw it—a small, delicate crib by her bedside. Inside, peacefully asleep, was a familiar little face.
Her heart, which had been lodged in her throat, finally settled back into place.
Evans wasn't kidnapped.
The realization sent a wave of relief crashing over her, releasing the tension that had gripped every nerve in her body.
Without a second thought, Viviane sat up abruptly, ignoring the IV still inserted into her
