Ava's POV
8:16 a.m. — Mexico, Hospital
Morning sunlight slipped through the blinds, warming the blanket covering my legs.
The step-down unit was quieter than intensive care.
My throat still hurt, but at least swallowing no longer felt like dragging sandpaper down it.
Blaze sat beside the window, drinking coffee.
“Morning, Darlin'.”
“Morning.”
He smiled.
“Voice sounds better.”
“Still hurts.”
“Getting there.”
I glanced toward the table.
“Where's my phone?”
“Darlin', your phone's still missing.”
“Oh.”
I'd forgotten again.
Blaze set his coffee down.
“Who do you need?”
I hesitated.
“Mom.”
“And Cloe?”
I nodded.
“I haven't heard their voices since everything happened.”
He reached for Morgan's secured phone.
“Then we're fixing that.”
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Vina's POV
