SIENNA’S POV

The first thing I felt when I woke up was cold. Not the shivery kind that makes you reach for a blanket, but the sterile, too-clean cold that clung to hospital walls and whispered: What they just did? It’s not going to work.

My eyelids fluttered open, heavy as bricks. The harsh fluorescent light stabbed my eyes like it had been waiting all night for this moment.

“Easy, Miss Monroe.”

Dr. Philip’s voice slid into my ears, calm and steady, like he wasn’t the reason ...