When Rosia opened her eyes, the room was too bright. She squeezed them shut for a moment before slowly opening them again, adjusting to the light. As her vision cleared, she saw Raymond sitting quietly beside her, his expression unreadable.
"Good morning," he greeted her, his voice calm.
Her eyes narrowed as the events of the previous night rushed back to her. The attack, the fear, the moment everything went dark. She had been knocked out—she was sure of it. But now, here she was, in a hospital bed, and Raymond was the first person she saw. Her stomach churned with unease.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
Raymond leaned back in his chair, studying her. "The person responsible is currently being investigated by the police," he informed her. "You don't have to worry about him anymore."