Jane's POV
I awoke in a shuddering, antiseptic hospital bed from the black, desolate warehouse horror ripped from me. The even rhythm of the heart monitor and distant whine of the ceiling fluorescent light my only witnesses to my fleeting sanctuary.
My body and psychic barriers were broken, and respiratory rate informed me too of something I'd just learned. I remained steadfast for what seemed like an eternity, gazing blankly at the white ceiling as pieces and crumbs of Mae's words gradually began filtering into my mind.
Her speculations—that maybe my mother's untimely death when we were kids hadn't been an accident, that it had been something Damien's boozy, irresponsible driving had accidentally caused, worst of all, something my own dad Zack had been privy to some kind of conspirac
