Willow’s POVI surfaced slowly, the way you come up from deep water when you’ve been under for too long.Everything felt heavy. My arms, my legs, even my eyelids. Opening my eyes took so much effort.The first thing I saw was a plain white ceiling I didn’t recognize.Then the smell of herbs and disinfectant reached me.I was in a clinic.My stomach tightened at that realization. The last time I had woken up in a clinic, my entire life had fallen apart in a few minutes. I had woken up to Alpha Kelvin standing over me, telling me my child was gone, telling me I would wish he had killed me instead.I braced myself for the familiar pain that came with those memories.But it didn’t come.There was an ache, yes. But it was a dull one, like an old bruise that had healed.The memories were still there. I could still see the healer’s herbs on that shelf back at Pinecrest, still hear Kelvin’s flat voice delivering the worst news of my life. But none of it had the same sharpness anymore.I trie
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