BRIANNA’S POV
Warmth. That was the first thing I felt.
I felt warmth spreading through me. It wasn’t the sun—it was something softer, lighter, almost like a presence. My eyelids felt heavy, but I fought against them, forcing them to lift open.
The ceiling above me was familiar.
I gasped softly, trying to sit up, but my body screamed in protest. Everything hurt—my ribs, my back, even my scalp. But the ache was dull now, bearable. I wasn’t dead. Somehow… I was alive.
"She’s waking up!" a voice gasped.
Trevor. That voice, I'd know it anywhere.
The blur in front of me sharpened, and there he was, staring at me with relief in his eyes. His jaw clenched like he was trying hard not to cry. The moment our eyes met, he sighed like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He dropp
