Alina’s POV
My eyes fluttered open, heavy and weak, and the first thing I saw was Zayn… and my dad standing beside him.
“Zaynnn,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath. His gaze snapped to me instantly.
“Alina…” His voice trembled as tears glistened in his eyes. “You’re finally awake.”
With trembling fingers, I pulled the oxygen mask off. A faint smile tugged at my lips, though it hurt to even move.
“Sweetheart, how are you?” Dad’s voice broke as he leaned closer, his hand brushing gently through my hair. His touch was soft, desperate. “My love, please… tell me who did this to you?” His words cracked with pain and anger.
Tears blurred my vision. Images of Elias came rushing back, sharp and cruel. My chest tightened as the memories burned.
“My love, don’t cry.” Dad’s own tears spille
