Chapter 61

Summer's POV Darkness enveloped me completely. For blessed moments as consciousness slowly returned, I believed it had all been a horrific nightmare. A terrible dream I could wake from, where Felix would be waiting with his mischievous smile. But the sterile scent of antiseptic piercing my nostrils. Then the steady beep of monitors. The stiffness of hospital sheets against my skin. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy as I forced them open, blinking against harsh fluorescent lights. Alexander sat beside my bed, his powerful frame somehow diminished. Dark circles haunted his eyes, his normally immaculate appearance disheveled. When he noticed my eyes open, relief washed over his face. "Summer," he whispered, reaching for my hand. For one blessed moment, confusion clouded my mind. Why was I here? What had happened? Then memory crashed through me like a physical blow. Felix. My baby. My son. "No," I gasped, the word barely audible through my parched throat. "No, no, no." Alexander gripped my