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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.

immobile state. For four years, I’d believed she was being treated

understands everything,” Nora said quietly. “She appears unresponsive, but Miss Hayes is aware.

over her knuckles. “I know. I took care of Blake when he

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

tightened at the thought of Rachel trapped in her

someday,” Nora continued. “Mr. Parker woke up, didn’t

her mother

imprisoned in her own body for four years, with no end in sight, Nora said, tears streaming down her face. “Is that even living? Sometimes

Nora’s lips, I felt movement against my palm. Rachel’s index finger twitched. A tear leaked

broke my heart. I

to me, Rachel,” I said firmly.

getting

proper treatment – the same specialists who helped Blake. You will recover,

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only I’d known earlier, I thought bitterly. I could have contacted Dr. Harrison Clarke

has

at me. “Sinclair