**Lynn's POV**

I wake to silk.

Soft. Expensive. Draped over me like a cloud.

Wrong.

This is wrong.

I was on a hospital bench. Hard plastic digging into my hip. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The smell of antiseptic and fear.

Not---this.

I open my eyes. Slowly.

A room. Large. Elegant. Floor-to-ceiling windows letting in afternoon sun. Furniture that costs more than most people ...