Rachel’s pov
I sat alone in my house, thinking about nothing.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated sharply against the polished wood surface. I picked up the device and saw Vincent’s private line flashing across the glass interface.
I swiped the screen and brought the phone to my ear. "Vincent? What is going on?"
"Rachel, my mother is awake," he said, his voice coming through the receiver in a breathless, rapid rush. "She just regained full consciousness a few hours ago at the intensive care pavilion. The medical staff finished her baseline neurological checks, and she is alert."
A sudden wave of relief washed over me as I listened to his words. Sabrina and I did not have a bad relationship during my time with their family. Despite the things that had torn our families apart over the past year
