I had no home, and I had no love.
After the surgery, they placed me in the hospital room right next to Georgina’s. The walls weren’t soundproof. I could hear everything—laughter, comforting words, and soft reassurances.
Sam and Paxton promised Georgina they’d take her on a trip once she was discharged, while her parents doted on her, gently telling her to take better care of herself. Everything I had once desperately longed for was right there, but for some reason, I no longer cared.
During my hospital stay, Sam and Paxton came to see me once, and I pretended to be asleep. They didn’t bother waiting. After standing at my door for barely half a minute, they went back to Georgina’s room.
I spent nearly the entire recovery period alone, and when I was finally well enough to leave, I got up quietly, ready to disappear. However, just as I stood, an unfamiliar scent filled the air.
A strange dizziness washed over me. My limbs went weak, and the next moment, everything went dark. By the time I regained consciousness, the world around me had changed.
I was in an abandoned warehouse, bound hand and foot. When I looked up, I saw Georgina standing there in a pristine white dress.
Noticing I was awake, she walked over, crouched down, and gently grasped my chin between her fingers.
