Morning came, and the harsh rays of sun cut directly across my vision. I raised my palm to shield my eyes from the unyielding morning light, squinting as I scanned the quiet room. Neither Fabian nor anyone else was in sight.
Sitting on my bedside desk was a brand-new phone resting atop a handwritten slip of paper:
‘Call me when you wake.’
I picked up the device and tapped open the contact directory. Saved right at the top of the list was a single contact labeled Cole Vandal.
He was here last night? I thought, my mind racing.
Without wasting another second, I dialed the number. The line rang twice before a deep, collected voice cut through the speaker.
“I will be at the hospital in three minutes,” he said, cold and precise.
“Okay… I’ll be expecting you,” I murmured. A faint, knowing
