SONYA'S POV
The hospital hallway is too bright, too white, too everything.
I'm walking away from Reign's room because if I stay there one more second, I'm going to completely fall apart. And I can't afford to fall apart. Not yet. Not when there's still so much we need to handle.
But my hands are shaking.
My whole body is shaking, actually. A delayed reaction to everything, to Reign almost dying, to learning about my real mother, to Bridget not being... to Bridget...
I can't even think about it without feeling like the ground is tipping sideways under me.
"Sonya?"
I turn to find Phoebe walking toward me, carrying two cups of coffee from the vending machine. She's moving carefully, one hand touching her throat every few steps. The bruises have darkened to deep purple and black, finger
