Chapter 202: Tangled Threads

The pale morning light filtered through the curtains of Drew's hospital room, casting a soft glow on his still form as he stirred from his slumber. He blinked groggily, his mind foggy and disjointed, struggling to make sense of his surroundings. The sterile white walls, the rhythmic beeping of a nearby machine – everything felt alien and unsettling. Across the room, Mr. and Mrs. Davis sat by his bedside, their faces etched with worry. Mrs. Davis' eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, were now filled with a well of unshed tears as she watched him try to regain his bearings. Across from them, the detectives sat, their expressions grim. Mariana, her face pale and drawn, sat huddled in a corner, her eyes glued to Drew's face. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. "Drew, can you hear me?" Mrs. Davis asked softly, her voice trembling slightly. Drew's response was sluggish, his words slurred with sleep. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely a rasp. "What... what hap