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 The notification said $9,860 had been withdrawn from my reserve fund.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

“No.”

“Has he come to the hospital?”

“Not that I know of.”

The phone beneath the blanket vibrated.

The sound was soft.

But in the quiet room, it seemed enormous.

Diana’s gaze dropped toward Audrey’s lap.

Audrey stopped breathing.

Another vibration followed.

Diana took one step closer.

“What is that?”

Audrey moved her hand beneath the blanket.

“My monitor.”

“No.”

The word was gentle.

Certain.

Diana set the folded blanket on the chair.

“Audrey, what are you holding?”

Audrey met her eyes.

“I need you to step outside.”

Diana went still.

“What happened?”

“Please leave the room.”

“I can’t do that until I know you’re safe.”

“That’s exactly what someone dangerous would say.”

The words hung between them.

For the first time since Audrey had met her, Diana looked wounded.

Not offended.

Wounded.

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