There are decisions we have to discuss, and your daughter needs someone here who knows her.”

I closed my eyes.

I could hear rain moving through the branches above me.

Beyond the front windows of the estate, the chandeliers burned warmly, illuminating a world where Garrett and Evelyn Harrington apparently believed the morning had never happened.

“Did she wake up?” I asked.

“Briefly.

We cannot predict the extent of her recovery, Samantha.

Please understand that.