The woman beside me placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, her expression filled with sympathy. “Let’s get you back into bed, okay?”
I let them guide me, though every muscle in my body was tense. The man turned on his heel, exiting without another word, his presence as cold and distant as the winter air. Hera waited until the door clicked shut before she spoke again.
“I’m Hera,” she said gently. “And that was my brother, Hector. We’re the reason you’re here.”
I swallowed, my throat dry. “Why?”
Hera sighed. “We hit you with our car. You ran into the highway, unconscious. We couldn’t just leave you there.”
Everything felt like a blur. The field, the empty space where my baby should have been, the cold pavement before the blinding headlights swallowed me whole. My stomach twisted. I clutched the blanket around me tighter.
“Do you remember what happened?” Hera asked cautiously.
I hesitated. I didn’t know if I could trust them. But what other choice did I have?