Rhea POV
It had been less than a week since Mom was discharged when I noticed her health starting to decline again.
She got tired too easily. She barely ate. Her cough wouldn’t stop, and most nights she burned up with fever. I’d sit by her side until dawn, sacrificing my sleep just to watch her pale face, terrified that if I looked away for even a second, she might slip away.
The doctor said she needed the medication immediately. But I hadn’t even gathered a quarter of the money yet.
It was draining me—body, mind, everything. And to think I still had to drag myself back to work every morning, worried not just about the Alpha, but about Maris too. That sly witch could be plotting anything, and the thought of running into her again made my skin crawl. Maybe that’s why I was starting to l
