Aria’s POV The door swung open with a slight creak, and I braced myself for the worst. But what I saw… stopped me cold. There was no blood. No intruder. No broken furniture. Just Quin. Quin—sitting cross-legged on a plush cream couch, covering half her body with a blanket, looking healthier than I’d ever seen her, her hair tied back in a neat braid, her face calm and… smiling. The loud gunshots and screaming? Blasting from a massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. I blinked, trying to register the sight. “What the—?” Quin turned her head toward me, eyes lighting up with recognition. “Welcome,” she said, voice soft but steady. My jaw dropped. “You… you can talk?” She gave a little nod, grinning. “Yeah. My voice came back this morning.” I let out a long breath, relief and disbelief mixing into something strange and warm in my chest. “That’s amazing,” I said, a real smile tugging at my lips. Then my eyes widened. “Wait. Eliza.” I spun on my heel and bolted back down the s
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