Aria POV

“How are you doing, Luna?”

Liam’s voice echoed softly through the quiet hospital room, his tone gentle and careful, like I was made of glass and might break again if he spoke the wrong way.

I blinked slowly, trying to fully recover from the experience. The room still smelled like antiseptic and sadness. My chest felt heavy, and my heart felt tired.

“I’m fine,” I said quietly, pushing myself up to sit. My voice sounded calm, but inside I was cracking like old glass. “How ...