Aria woke up in a bed that didnt belong to her

For a moment, she forgot where she was. The sheets were too soft, the room quiet. Then it all came back to her—the hospital siege, the surveillance photos, Dominic's confession.

She sat up slowly, her arm aching where the bullet had grazed her. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in gold. She looked at the clock on the nightstand it says 2:47 PM.

She had slept for eight hours straight.

The door was open. No ...