The hospital room smelled faintly of disinfectant and flowers from the arrangement Alicia had sent the day before. Sabrina sat on the edge of the bed, discharge papers in her lap, her mind swimming in a mix of relief and unease. Gina was pacing near the window, her phone in hand, while Brace stood near the door with his arms folded, watching her like a hawk. He’d been quiet all morning, but there was a stubborn set to his jaw that told her he’d already made up his mind about something—and she wasn’t going to like it. The nurse entered, smiling politely as she handed over the final instructions. “You’re good to go, Ms. McFee. Remember, rest is important—no stress if you can help it.” Sabrina gave a small nod, trying to mask the irony of that last piece of advice. When the nurse left, Gi