EPILOGUE
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I open my eyes to the sound of the alarm. But I’m not in Kane’s bed which causes my heart to race as I panic.
My anxiety ramps to a new level as I see what looks like a doctor checking noisy machines surrounding me. Of course she’s a doctor. She’s wearing a white lab coat with the name Emily Branson, M.D. embroidered on it.
She smiles down at me, her hand patting my shoulder softly as if she’s trying to reassure me. “You’ve been in a coma. We’ve kept you under to facilitate the healing of your brain. You’ve had major trauma, and your brain swelled from the impact.” Her voice sounds soft, low, and soothing.
She leans by my ear, and I blink at her as she says, “There’s someone here to see you.” She tilts her head toward the open door. “He’s been here every day
