I TRUST THAT WE ALL HAVE HAD A GLIMPSE OF EVERY CHARACTER’S POV. THE STORY NOW GOES TO LEYLLA’S POV FROM THIS POINT.

When I opened my eyes, I felt like I was in a dream—or maybe a nightmare that didn’t know how to end.

The place seemed so new, so strange. The ceiling above me wasn’t familiar. Not at all. The walls weren’t either. Nothing looked like a hospital, yet machines beeped steadily beside me. I turned my head slightly and saw a thin tube running from a hanging bag of water into my hand. My skin felt cold. I swallowed hard down my dry throat, and it cracked....