The next morning, I walked into the hospital with something clenched in my fist. Cold metal.

One of Brayden’s cuffs. The same pair he used to chain me to his bed countless times while he fucked me.

Clara hissed at me as we strode down the hall. “You’re seriously bringing that?”

“Yes.” My grip tightened. “If anything will make him remember me, it’s this.”

We turned the corner and of course Alessia was already there, perched at his bedside like a vulture in designer ...