CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Savannah opened her eyes slowly. The room was bright, and the smell of medicine filled the air. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then she saw the hospital bed, the drip attached to her hand, and everything came rushing back. She fainted at work. Rosa. The man with the car.
Her eyes turned, and she saw him. Adrian sat quietly in the chair beside her bed. He was dressed in a simple shirt now, his jacket hung neatly on the chair. He looked calm, but his eyes were fixed on her, deep and serious.
“You’re awake,” he said softly. “How are you feeling?”
Savannah tried to sit up, but she was weak. He quickly stood and adjusted the pillow behind her. His movements were gentle, careful, as if she was made of glass.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You need rest,” Adrian re
