Nina’s POV
The clean air, soft beeps, and echoing footsteps made everything feel frozen—like time was standing still here.
We stopped outside a room labeled 208. Kane paused, his fingers tightening gently around mine.
“She’s been asking about you,” he said, his voice low.
“Really?” I whispered.
He nodded, a small smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “She’s a little firecracker. Don’t let the oxygen tube fool you.”
I smiled back, nerves fluttering in my stomach like a thousand tiny wings. “Should I be scared?”
“Terrified,” he teased, then gave the door a soft knock and pushed it open.
The room was small but bright. A vase of sunflowers sat on the windowsill, catching the afternoon light, and crayon doodles—stars, bunnies, rainbows—decorated the wall above the bed. And there
