TERESA'S P.O.V.
I woke up slowly from a deep, hazy fog, every nerve in my body was alive with a dull, throbbing pain. It was as if I'd been crushed beneath a weight too heavy to lift, my muscles weary and unmoving. Even the light around me, bright and piercing, was enough to make my head pound, blinding me for a few moments as I struggled to open my eyes. But as my vision cleared, I saw him—Adrian—sitting at my bedside, cradling two tiny bundles against his chest, his posture was protective, almost tender. My heart stuttered, a fierce beat of recognition and fear, as fragments of last night tore through my mind.
