(Ethan’s POV)
"Understood, sir. We'll handle it immediately."
I hang up just as the examination room door opens.
The doctor emerges—a middle-aged woman with a no-nonsense expression.
"Is she okay? Any injuries I should know about?"
"Superficial bruising on her wrists and ankles from restraints. Some minor cuts and scrapes. Elevated heart rate and blood pressure consistent with acute stress. But physically, she's fine. No signs of s****l assault or serious trauma." The doctor's expression softens. "She's very lucky you found her when you did."
"Can I take her home?"
"I'd recommend she stay for observation overnight—"
"No." Sabrina's voice comes from inside the room. "I want to go home. I want to see Jake."
The doctor sighs. "Ms. Moore, after what you've been through—"
"I want to g
