Riley's POV

I woke up in a room that felt like a high-end hotel suite designed by someone who'd never experienced warmth. Everything was white and gray, the walls, the furniture, the single window that looked out onto an air shaft instead of the Manhattan skyline.

The bed was comfortable, but it might as well have been a prison cot for all the comfort it provided my soul.

"You're awake." A woman in her fifties stood in the doorway, her uniform crisp and her expression neutral. She stepped into ...