She didn’t know how much time had passed before she woke again—only that the pain was unbearable.
The anesthesia had worn off, and a searing ache tore through her right side.
She lay weak and pale on the bed, too drained even to lift a hand.
Everything was silent except for the steady, mechanical ticking of the monitors.
Her heart felt as empty as the room around her.
Instinctively, she touched her lower abdomen, and to her astonishment, the baby was still there. For a moment, that made her heart swell with relief.
Her lips parted weakly as she turned to the nurse beside her.
“Excuse me… my dad… How’s my dad?”
The nurse didn’t look up from her clipboard. Her tone was flat and indifferent.
“Your dad? His surgery failed yesterday. He didn’t make it. He’s dead.”
Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open, and Kendra stepped inside.
“Well, look who’s awake.” Her red lips curved into a taunting smile. “How do you feel? Missing a piece of yourself—doesn’t it feel lighter?”
Daisie didn’t argue. She just glared at her, her eyes cold and sharp.
Kendra hummed lightly, setting a basket of fruit on the bedside table as if she were paying a friendly visit.