"She's waking up."
A faint voice reverberated through Sherlyn's foggy mind as her eyelids fluttered open. Slowly, the blurred shapes around her began to take form. She was no longer in that dark room—she was home, in her father's house.
She blinked, confused, her gaze scanning the room until it landed on two familiar faces—her father, Jeremy, and Kaden, standing beside her bed.
"Thank God she's okay," Jeremy exhaled, his voice thick with relief. But Sherlyn just stared at him, dazed and silent.
It took her a moment to truly understand—she was safe. Those men were gone. That nightmare... was over.
Then something clicked in her mind, and her eyes widened as they locked onto her father's.
"I'll call the doctor," Jeremy said quickly, as if avoiding her gaze. Before she could find her voice, he turned and left the room, leaving her alone with Kaden.
"Kaden, I—"
"Shh… Don't talk," he said gently, stepping closer. "The doctor's on the way. You need to rest."
