Aliyah’s POV

The storm had been raging for hours, drumming against the tin roof of the small roadside clinic like a warning from the heavens.

The walls creaked with every gust of wind, and the air smelled of rain and antiseptic.

Somewhere beyond the door, thunder growled but I barely heard it.

All I could hear was my own voice breaking and screaming through the pain. Sweat clung to my hair, plastering it against my face as I gripped the edge of the metal bed until my knuckles burned ...