Serena’s POV

The morning light seeped through the hospital blinds, painting stripes across the sterile white walls. I stretched cautiously, wincing as each movement reminded me of the wounds still healing beneath my skin. But pain was no longer my enemy—it was a reminder that I had survived, that I was alive, and that every second now belonged to me.

Ross and Richard were already in motion. Richard had brought in fresh clothing and supplies, while Ross’s eyes darted constantly to the door, to the windows, and even to the shadows that might conceal someone watching. It was clear he had made this a fortress. And rightfully so. Penny would...