The scent of antiseptic filled her lungs before her eyes even opened.
Beeping monitors. Distant murmurs. Soft footsteps on tile.
Sofia stirred, a low sound escaping her lips as her lashes fluttered open. Everything was white—too white. Her head throbbed dully, but not as much as the ache in her chest.
"Sofia?"
Anne's voice cracked with relief.
"She's awake," Elise whispered, already halfway to the bed. "Oh my god—Sof…"
Sofia blinked, disoriented, until familiar faces swam into focus. Anne's tear-streaked cheeks. Elise's trembling smile. And just behind them—
Adam.
He looked like he hadn't slept. Eyes bloodshot. Jaw clenched. But the moment she met his gaze, everything else in the room disappeared.
"You're safe now," he said quietly, voice shaking. "You're okay."
Sofia tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in her side made her wince. Adam moved instantly, adjusting the pillows behind her with a tenderness that made her throat close up.