The burner phone vibrated against my palm at 2:17 a.m. Unknown number. Third time tonight. The first two calls were the same. Silence. Breathing. Then a click. I shoved the phone into my scrub pocket. Detective Singh wanted a log of every threat. She did not need to know how each call dragged me back to seventeen. Back to the sound of my locker slamming shut with my books inside it. Roman shifted in the hospital bed. Even asleep, he looked braced for a hit. The monitors kept time with his heart. Steady. Stronger than yesterday. “You are awake,” he said. His voice was rough with sleep. But his eyes were clear. Clearer than they had been since he woke three weeks ago. “Could not sleep.” I checked his IV. My hands needed something to do. Standing still meant feeling everything. I could not afford that. Not with him watching me like this. Since he remembered Vegas, the space between us had changed. The rules I lived by were bleeding out. The ones that kept Nurse Mo
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