The world narrowed to a single point of focus—the glittering surface of the Moonlit Reflection Pool where my daughter's ashes now rested. Nothing else mattered. Not the burning pain in my ribs. Not the IV needle I'd ripped from my arm. Not even the blood trickling down my hand.
"Violet," I whispered, pushing myself up from the hospital bed.
My legs trembled beneath me as I stood. The room spun, but I forced myself forward, clutching the wall for support. I had to get to the pool. I had to retrieve what remained of my daughter.
The door burst open just as I reached for the handle.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Julian's voice boomed through the small room.
I didn't bother looking at him. "Get out of my way."
"You have three broken ribs and a concussion," he growled, blocking my path. "Get back in that bed before you collapse."
"Move!" I shoved against his chest with all my strength, which wasn't much in my weakened state.
