Naomi’s POV
I opened my eyes slowly. My body felt sore and heavy, and the white ceiling above me made it clear—I was in a hospital.
I blinked a few times, trying to remember what had happened. Then it all rushed back to me—Luca, the babies, Delilah, Sophia...
“Phone,” I croaked out to the nurse standing by the door. “Please... I need a phone.”
She nodded and rushed out. A minute later, she returned with a phone in her hand.
I didn’t waste time. I dialed my handler’s number with shaky fingers.
“Naomi,” his voice was calm. “You're awake.”
“Yes. Listen to me. We don’t have much time,” I said, struggling to sit up. “They don’t know. Delilah doesn’t know.”
“Know what?” he asked.
“Her twins… they’re being tracked. Not because they’re dangerous. Because of what they carry.”
There was a
