IVY’S POV
As Cam pulled the car out of the hospital’s parking lot, I stared at Devin who was standing there, watching us drive away, and I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. Should we just have left him there? I wondered to myself. Then, I remembered what he said in the hospital, that he didn’t care about me, and my guilt slowly dissipated. There was no reason for me to feel bad about Devin Watson. He had no conscience or soul. All he cared for was himself.
Cam glanced at me. “Are you okay?” he asked for the umpteenth time today.
“Yeah,” I forced out a smile and nodded. “I’m good. So, where are we going?”
“I found a restaurant close by for us to eat,” he answered, his gaze back on the road. “It’s low key, so we will definitely have our privacy.”
We fell into a comfortable silence and
