Nathan’s POV
Her voice is barely more than a whisper when it finally comes. She shifts against me slightly, her hand grasping at my chest like she’s anchoring herself there. I stay still, holding her, letting the quiet stretch out between us until she’s ready.
“There was this hospital,” she says, her breath shaky but words clear. “Everything was white. Too white. The kind that hurts your eyes and makes you feel like you’re not really there.”
I don’t interrupt her. I don’t say it’s just a dream or that it’s over. I just keep holding her, my hand brushing gently against her back, listening.
“I’ve seen it before, this place,” she continues. “It wasn’t a real hospital, not one I’ve ever been in. It was more like... a version of it, like my mind made it up to feel familiar, but wrong. The c
