Nic’s POV
I waited outside the hospital room, the sound of Kate’s sobbing voice echoing in my ears, each tearful wail twisting something inside me. It was a constant reminder of the life at stake—that of the woman I had only recently realized I loved, and of the unborn babies we had hoped to welcome.
We waited anxiously—Kate and Andrew who had brought her here, and I—our eyes constantly darting toward the operating room doors, willing them to open.
“They will pay for this…” Kate kept whispering between sobs, her voice raw. I could feel her anger radiating, and it mingled with my own. My mind raced, replaying every moment leading to the accident. Was it purely chance, or had someone orchestrated it? Clara. My mother. A thousand dark possibilities flickered through my thoughts. If Sienna
