Kiara’s POV
I knew something was wrong the moment I turned the hallway corner.
The nurse was gone. The hallway was too quiet. And the door—Room 417—was wide open.
I walked faster, my heels clicking like firecrackers on the hospital floor. I didn’t even try to soften my steps. Let them hear me coming. Let them know.
And when I stepped inside…
There she was.
Isabella.
Her back was to me, her hand resting gently over Damon’s. He was awake. Awake and looking at her like she was air after drowning.
And in that moment, I didn’t feel hurt.
I felt betrayed.
“What the hell is going on?”
My voice snapped across the room like a whip. She turned slowly, calm. Almost too calm.
Her face didn’t hold the shock or fear I expected. Just peace.
Peace.
Like she belonged here. Like I was the intr
