Author's POV
At noon, Nathan arrived at Vanessa's hospital room carrying an expensive fruit basket.
Vanessa lay on her side, staring blankly out the window. She looked completely drained, like all the fight had left her body.
Early that morning, she'd waited until her family was asleep before taking a blade to her wrists.
Blood had soaked through the sheets. If the night nurse hadn't found her during rounds, she wouldn't have made it.
The incident had shattered her mother's nerves. After stationing several guards and nurses to watch Vanessa around the clock, Luna Crane had finally gone home to rest.
"Giving up already?" Nathan's voice was casual as he wedged his fruit basket among the mountain of gifts already crowding the room. "We've barely started."
His eyes swept
