Davina's POV

Who would have guessed that twenty-four hours could go by so slowly?

I had watched every passing minute with hope and dread.

Hope that Carlotta would wake up.

Dread that another minute would waste away without any update, bringing us that much closer to the three-day cliff where all my dreams would die.

I stayed in my room unless I was visiting Carlotta.

The first time I went, I stayed an hour. I tried to talk to her, but nothing sounded right—nothing worth waking from a coma ...