Mariana’s Pov

I’m standing in front of the large mirror in my bathroom, shirt and pants discarded, the only thing remaining on me the gauze used to wrap me up like I’m some fucking gift.

I twist my torso from side to side, a groan, strained with pain tumbling out of my throat. And then I reach for the end of the gauze and tug, slowly unwrapping it from around my ribs.

The doctors say it’s taking too long for me to fully recover because I was drugged up way too much, and the drugs ...