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“We’ll help you,” I said firmly. “We’ll get her upstairs.”

The next twenty minutes were a struggle. Nora led the way, clearing our path. Astrid and I pushed Rachel’s bed through a maze of corridors and elevators.

By the time we reached Astrid’s hotel room, I was drenched in sweat, my legs threatening to give out. My illness made even this exertion almost unbearable.

“I’m taking a shower. I smell like garbage,” Astrid announced, disappearing into the bathroom,

I collapsed into a chair beside Rachel’s bed, trying to catch my breath.

“Are you alright? You look pale,” Nora asked.

“Just tired,” I lied, wiping sweat from my forehead.

“Would you like to shower?”

I shook my head. As much as I wanted to wash away the basement grime, I knew my legs wouldn’t support me.

I turned to Rachel, gently taking her hand in mine. Her skin was cool, her fingers fragile.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long,” I whispered.

clear despite her immobile state. For four years, I’d believed she was being treated abroad, never imagining she was just miles

said quietly. “She appears unresponsive, but Miss

running my thumb over her knuckles. “I know. I took care of Blake when he was like

neglect, every harsh word,

in her body, enduring such cruelty without

“Mr. Parker woke up, didn’t he? Why not

her mother once said Miss Hayes doesn’t need to wake up,

own body for four years, with no end in sight, Nora said,

Nora’s lips, I felt movement against my

sight broke my heart. I tightened my grip on

me, Rachel,” I said firmly. “You’re going to be alright.

her gaze, determination flooding my voice. “I’m getting you out of here

I’ll find you proper treatment – the same

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thought bitterly.

Rachel has time

“Sinclair Miss, are you