**Some Days Later**
It had been days since she last opened her eyes.
At least, that’s what the whispers said.
Vivian blinked slowly as her vision adjusted to the too-bright overhead lights. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled her nose. Her lashes were damp with the sweat of restless sleep, and her head felt heavy, like it had been weighed down by dreams she couldn’t escape.
Her arms rested uselessly at her sides. Her legs felt numb beneath the sheets. Her chest rose and fell as if just breathing was a task her body had to remember how to do.
Something in her stomach stirred.
Not pain.
A pulse.
Alive.
Real.
A reminder.
She was pregnant.
The thought sent a ripple of unease through her. That truth felt too big to belong to someone who could barely remember her own name without
