Miranda felt a wave of relief wash over her as she stepped through the hospital doors, the fresh air a welcome change from the sterile environment she'd been confined to. Nolan walked beside her, his hand resting protectively at the small of her back, guiding her toward the waiting vehicle. Despite having slept, exhaustion still weighed heavily on her body, her muscles aching with each step.
During the time it took for the nurses to prepare her discharge paperwork, her mind had been racing with unanswered questions. Who wanted her dead? What kind of hatred drove someone to such violent extremes? The questions circled endlessly in her mind, offering no answers.
Arthur opened the door to the black SUV, giving a respectful nod to Nolan before stepping aside. Nolan helped her inside, ensuring she was comfortable before sliding in next to her. As the door closed with a solid thud, isolating them in the quiet interior, Miranda leaned back against the leather seat with a heavy sigh.
