Kendrick felt both guilty and heartbroken. He didn’t say much, but went directly to the hospital room.
By the time he arrived, Annabelle had already fallen asleep.
Kendrick sat at her bedside, staring at her pale face, his heart aching.
He gently stroked her face, thinking to himself that this time he hadn’t been by her side. She must have been terrified. Waking up and finding him absent—she must be even more heartbroken now.
The thought tightened his chest.
He placed the supper he had brought for her on the bedside table and glanced at the things there.
Three shopping bags, bloodstains on them. The blood must have been from Marvin.
Just the thought that when Annabelle was in danger, he hadn’t been there, while Marvin stepped up instead, left Kendrick feeling frustrated.
But then,
