Vivienne’s POV

“I’ll make her pay for what she did to my Jonah.”

I don’t mean to say it out loud. The sentence is barely off my tongue when the steady pulse of the heart monitor stutters.

Jonah’s body locks, then jerks—hard—convulsing against the mattress.

Beep—beep—BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The sound hits like a blow, snapping me upright.

“Jonah!” My scream comes out shredded, my eyes glued to the monitor ...