A startled sound, and I looked to my left and saw Eva curled in a chair. She stood, looked at me, and burst into tears. “Oh my god, I am going to kill you now that you’re awake.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please just tell me one thing, May-may. Please tell me you weren’t trying to kill yourself.”

I shook my head and stopped because it ached. “No. I just wanted to run. It was an accident.”

“Good.” She shuddered and sat, pulling her chair closer to the bed. “Good. That’s good.”

Moving, my body screamed at me. It wasn’t as bad as it had felt before, mostly soreness, not unlike what I’d woken with after Kade’s chase. My ankle though…

It was elevated and wrapped, and at the moment I barely felt it. But if I moved my leg at all it was a shock of pain. “Is it broken?”

“No, thank god. Severe sprain. Won’t be able to walk on it for a couple of weeks, but the doctor said you’d make a full recovery.”

“Okay.” I sighed. “I guess I’ll have to stay with you if I’m not allowed to walk on it.”

She touched my hand. “Don’t be silly, you’re going to go home with your pack.”

“I don’t have a pack.” My voice broke.

“Yes you do. Yes, you do,” she insisted when I tried to interrupt her. “You’ve got so much up in your head, sis, and I understand it. What Mom did was shitty, and what you heard at the screen test was the worst case of wrong place wrong time I’ve ever heard, but you need to listen to them. For me, if not for yourself.”

I let my head fall all the way back onto my pillow, staring at the ceiling. “It broke me, Eva. I don’t know how to come back.”

“You’re not broken. When you hear what they have to say, you’ll see why.”

Closing my eyes, I filled my lungs with air and breathed it all back out. It would be better to do it now. Faster was better. Rip the bandaid off now. “Okay.”

“Just listen,” she said softly. “I promise it will be okay.”

Her footsteps retreated, and five sets entered the room. I kept looking at the ceiling, not looking at them. Their scents were now filling the room, and it was making my eyes fill with tears.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

I swallowed. “Eva asked me to listen, so I will.”

Avery cleared his throat. “There’s only one thing that will make it clear, so here it is.”

Suddenly, I heard them laughing. It was a recording, and my entire body went rigid. The producer’s voice.