Liliana
I woke up to the sound of voices downstairs. For a moment, panic shot through me as I remembered the events of the past few days, but then I recognized Anastasia's voice mixed with Mikhail's deeper tones. Relief flooded through me as I realized she must have been discharged from the hospital.
I stretched carefully, feeling the soreness in my muscles and the tender spot on my temple where the bandage still covered my wound. The clock on the nightstand showed it was past midnight. What was Anastasia doing here so late?
I slipped out of bed quietly, not wanting to interrupt their conversation but curious about what they were discussing. As I approached the top of the stairs, I could hear them more clearly.
"I couldn't stand being there another minute," Anastasia was saying. "Those
