OLIVIA’S POV
I should have gone home to rest.
That was what Shay had been texting me all morning. Go home. Sleep. You can’t pour from an empty cup.
All the things people say when they don’t know what else to offer.
But I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t sit in that quiet apartment with Adrian’s ghost still living in every corner of it. So I went back to the only place that made sense.
The hospital.
I smelled the familiar cold of the hallway before I even reached the ward. That sharp bitter scent that had started feeling more like home than anywhere else lately. I turned the corner toward my father’s room and stopped.
The door was wide open.
Three nurses moved quickly inside. A doctor I hadn’t seen before was already at my father’s bedside, speaking in low urgent tones while someone ad
