CHLOE POV

The room sways when I open my eyes.

Not violently — more like the ground is trying to remember where it belongs. The couch underneath me is soft, expensive, impossibly warm for a room made of steel and silence.

Danny is gone.

And that’s the first thing that makes my chest tighten.

I press my palms to my knees, steadying the tremor in my hands. The sedative left a dull pressure behind my eyes, the kind that makes breathing feel like lifting weights. But I force air in, then ...