Keirah lies unconscious on her bed in her hometown house. Wearing an oxygen tube. It is a tiny apartment compared to Luciano's penthouse or cottage.
Keirah stares awake. She can hear beeping machines and distant voices. She blinks her eyes open. Dr. Fred's face comes on Keirah's eyes focus. Soft morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow across her face.
She blinks as her eyes wander into a room that does not feel like hers. They filled the room with the clinical scent of antiseptic. Keirah glances around, taking in her surroundings. The room is clean and sterile, decorated with flowers and green plants.
They connect tubes and wires to her arms, monitoring her vital signs. The only thing that looks the same is the window offers her adequate sunlight and a view of a be
