Caitlyn's  POV

I woke up, staring at the ceiling above me. As I tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through me, making me gasp and fall back. I looked down and saw bandages around my body, faint spots of blood seeping through. My mind raced, returning to the last thing I remembered before everything went black—a pair of eyes. I was sure they were Raymond's.

I whispered his name, but Smith's voice cut me off.

"He's not here," he said calmly. "This is my private hospital. You collapsed at my doorstep, and I couldn't just leave you there, could I?"

Ignoring his teasing tone, I struggled to sit...