SIENNA’S POV

“Mr. Lavigne. You can’t be in here!”

The nurse’s voice cracked like glass, sharp and useless, but the man in the doorway didn’t even blink. He filled the frame like a shadow, shoulders squared, presence loud enough to choke the air. His eyes—icy, glacial blue—snapped to me where I sat on the exam bed. My heart stuttered so violently I thought the machines behind me would start recording it.

I knew him.

I remembered him instantly, though I wished I hadn’t.

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