The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor was the first sound Rosemary heard when she awoke.

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, and a dull ache throbbed in her chest. For a moment, she couldn’t remember where she was — then the images came rushing back.

The fire. The smoke. Adrian’s arms around her. His voice calling her name.

Her eyes fluttered open. The world was bright, white, and still. She turned her head slightly — every movement sent pain shooting through her shoulders.

“Mia…” she whispered, her voice weak.

A familiar voice responded softly. “She’s fine.”

Rosemary’s eyes widened. Adrian sat beside her bed, his shirt wrinkled,...