The room is dark when my eyes finally open.
Not the comfortable darkness of early morning, but the deep black of late evening, pale light from the curtains the only indication that the world outside still exists.
What time is it?
My phone says eight PM.
I slept through the entire afternoon and into the evening, exhaustion from the hospital visit and Bael's revelation about Uncle Ming finally catching up with me.
My body feels heavy, sluggish, but at least the nausea that's been my constant companion has faded for now.
I drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom.
The shower helps, hot water washing away the grogginess, the lingering tension from watching that security footage.
Someone tried to kill me.
The thought keeps circling back no matter how hard I try to push it away.
Uncle Ming orchestrated the whole thing… planted a server, tampered with the chandelier, timed it perfectly to eliminate me and the baby.
I should be terrified.
