Ethan POV I couldn’t sit.

I couldn’t breathe right.

Every time the monitor beside Emma’s bed beeped, my heart jumped like it was tied to the machine.

The doctor’s words kept replaying in my head—

“Not just an allergen… a toxin… her body barely survived the reaction.”

Toxin.

Whoever did it wanted her hurt.

Maybe dead.

My hand tightened around the railing of her hospital bed. I stared at her pale skin, the way her fingers twitched slightly under the blanket. Her breathing was ...