Chapter 91-the visitor

It was a quiet morning in the hospital. The soft beeping of machines filled the air, and Rachel lay in her bed, her eyes closed. The doctors said she was recovering well, but I could see the exhaustion on her face. It had been a long few days since she'd been shot, and even though she was safe now, the trauma still seemed to hang over her. I sat beside her, holding her hand, trying to offer her whatever comfort I could. It felt like the world had changed in the blink of an eye. First, Victoria was dead, and now Rachel was here, recovering from something that could have taken her life. I kept thinking about the warning she gave Harrison and me about Mr. Blackwood. He was still out there, and who knew what he would do next? But I pushed those thoughts aside for now. I needed to focus on Rachel. She stirred slightly, and I squeezed her hand gently. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a tired smile. "Good morning," I whispered, trying to cheer her up a little. She smiled bac