Liana's POV

Over time, the room had grown extremely quiet. Apart from the machines beeping softly in the background, grounding Serena in the world when she couldn't do it for herself, there was no other sound. I sat on the edge of the chair, holding on to the blanket that covered her still form, the pulse monitor wss beeping slowly beside us like a metronome counting out the seconds of dread. I was scared.

Stanley paced back and front like his movement could chase away the tension in ...