They had spent the whole summer acting careful. My mother clipped coupons in front of me and sighed over grocery prices. My father shook his head when I suggested one quiet weekend away together, like I had asked him to buy a second house instead of share a motel room and a diner breakfast. “This summer we’re staying in,” Mom told me. “It’s just too much.” I believed her because believing them had become a reflex, even after years of little disappointments. They knew I kept one reserve account for emergencies, and they knew my health was the reason I guarded it like oxygen. At 3:08 in the morning, my phone buzzed hard enough to wake me. The notification said $9,860 had been withdrawn from my reserve fund. I sat up so fast the room tilted, opened the banking app, and watched my own life turn into someone else’s vacation. There were first-class flights to Mykonos. There was a luxury suite, a private driver, designer shops, spa treatments, and restaurant holds that cost more than my rent. Every charge use

“I’ll station someone outside.”

“Someone you trust?”

“Yes.”

Audrey glanced at the dark tablet.

“Does anyone know you came here?”

“My team does.”

“Does Martin?”

Diana hesitated.

“He called ten minutes ago.”

Audrey went still.

“What did he want?”

“He asked whether you had regained consciousness.”

“I never lost consciousness.”

“I know.”

The monitor beside the bed continued to pulse.

Diana stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

For the first time since the ambulance arrived, Audrey was alone.

She leaned back against the pillow.

The medication made her limbs heavy, but her mind remained alert.

She thought about Julian.

About Seraphina.

About Owen’s warning.

About Martin Keene.

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