When Kirsten opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was a familiar face—Bella's, filled with worry and guilt.
The sharp scent of antiseptic lingered in the air. She was in a VIP room at the hospital.
"Thank God!"
Bella's eyes instantly welled with tears. "This is all my fault! If it weren't for my boyfriend suddenly showing up, you wouldn't have had to go to the hotel alone, and none of this would've happened..."
"It's not your fault," Kirsten said, her voice still faint, but her eyes were clear.
She shifted slightly, wincing at the red marks still visible on her wrists.
Calmly, she analyzed the situation. "They came prepared. They cut the power, posed as maintenance workers, and set up a camera. This wasn't random. It was too well-planned. Even if I'd stayed at your place, t
