(HAILEY POV) The door closes behind Santino with a soft click, and the silence that follows feels too heavy for such a small room. I let out a long sigh and sink deeper into the bed, the white sheets rustling under me. The faint smell of antiseptic and detergent clings to the air, mixing with the faint scent of him that still lingers where he stood moments ago. I stare at the ceiling for a long time, tracing the cracks of light that the fluorescent lamp throws across it.

My body still feels ...