ARIA

Mount Sinai Hospital looks exactly the same as it did when Isabelle was here. The same sterile smell, the same fluorescent lighting, the same sense of dread that clings to everything.

But this time, I'm not visiting Dante's dying mother.

I'm visiting my sister, who tried to kill herself.

Liam insisted on coming, along with Katya. They're waiting outside the room now, like a silent reminder that I'm protected. That I'm not alone.

Dante squeezes my hand. "You ...