**Lynn's POV**

Mom's breathing evens out. Sleep pulling her under.

Dad adjusts her blanket. Kisses her forehead. Doesn't look at me.

'She meant well,' Istha murmurs. Soft. Hopeful. 'She wanted us happy. Wanted us with our mate.'

"She almost died."

'But she didn't. And now we know the truth. Grayson didn't order it. Shirley manipulated everyone. Even Mom.'

I stand. My legs shake but hold.

"I need ...