Aria's old apartment feels like a museum.

Everything exactly where she left it a month ago. Medical textbooks on the coffee table. Scrubs hanging in the closet. Photos of her medical school graduation on the refrigerator.

The life of someone who saved lives instead of taking them.

She sits on her couch and stares at the orchid Dominic left on her first night. Still alive. Still beautiful. Still a reminder of how this all started.

Her phone has been ringing for hours. Dominic. Isabella. Even ...