Willow's POV

Waking up from the drug-induced haze was always the worst part. It took a moment for my mind to reconnect with my body. The pounding in my skull was relentless, and my limbs felt like lead. But this time, something was different. I didn’t wake up to the suffocating silence or the dim flicker of the overhead light. 

Instead, I heard voices. Familiar, terrified voices. 

“Daniel? Ella?” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper, as my heart skipped a beat. 

Their ...