Kaelen POV
Against Naomi’s insistence that she was fine, I still took her to the hospital for confirmation and for a thorough checkup.
The ride was silent. She sat in the back seat, holding her left wrist. Her face was pale. Her lips were pressed together.
“I told you, I am fine,” she said again.
“You fell down the stairs.”
“I tripped.”
“Victoria pushed you.”
“She was trying to get past me. To Alex.”
My hands tightened on the steering wheel. “She could have killed you.”
“But she did not.”
“Because she wedged her hand against the edge of the stairs.”
Naomi looked at her wrist. At the bruise already forming.
“She saved me, Kaelen. She could have let me fall. But she did not.”
I did not answer.
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The hospital lights were bright. Too bright.
The doctor was a young woman with
