Chapter 176 Utterly Helpless
- Morning came like a cruel trick.
- The sun bled through the windows in warm, golden streams, painting the floor in light—but none of it touched her. Raven still lay in the hospital bed unmoving. Unbreathing.
- No—she was breathing. I kept telling myself that. The machines said so. The soft rise and fall of her chest said so. But it didn’t feel like it. It didn’t feel like her.