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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.

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

but Miss Hayes is aware. She just

knuckles. “I know. I took care of Blake when he was

been aware of everything these past four years – every neglect, every harsh word, every

Rachel trapped in her body, enduring such cruelty

recover someday,” Nora continued. “Mr. Parker woke up,

four years? Even her mother once said Miss Hayes doesn’t

with no end in sight, Nora said, tears streaming

my palm. Rachel’s index

sight broke my heart. I tightened my grip on

said firmly. “You’re going

gaze, determination flooding my voice. “I’m getting

had fallen open. “And I’ll find you proper treatment – the same specialists who helped Blake. You will recover, I won’t give up

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thought bitterly. I

there are other doctors. Rachel has time all the time in the world to recover. Unlike

“Sinclair Miss,