Vanessa’s POV

Vanessa lay back against the pile of white pillows, her hair flowing down one shoulder in soft, deliberate curls. She spent most of the morning in bed, letting the silence fill the room after she had eaten breakfast. Her lips still curved faintly whenever she thought of what had happened a few days ago, the fear in Nurse Felicia’s voice, the hesitation, and the way it dissolved the moment she wired the money. Money has always been the greatest silencer.

She slept ...