Sarah’s POV
When he noticed me, he turned his sharp eyes on me. There was no warmth in them, no relief that his wife had come back. There was only something cold… something calculating.
"Sarah," he muttered. The sound of my name felt like a threat. "You left. The nurse said you walked out hours ago without saying a word."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry and rough. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I was sure he could see it moving.
“I’m sorry, Sean,” I whispered, gripping my bag tightly. “I… I panicked. Seeing you like that, all bruised… I couldn’t breathe. I just needed some air. I walked for a long time before I even realized how much time had passed.”
Sean’s gaze didn't soften, he leaned his head back against the pillow, but his eyes never left mine. "You’ve been crying. Your ey
