LIAM
The room was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made it hard to breathe. I stood by Trinity’s bedside, my arms hanging uselessly at my sides, my fingers twitching with the need to do something. Anything. But there was nothing I could do.
She looked so fragile lying there, her pale skin almost blending into the stark white sheets. Her dark lashes fanned against her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths. The sight of her like this—unmoving, vulnerable—made my gut twist in a way I couldn’t explain. I hated it. I hated how helpless I felt, how useless I was.
Xander leaned against the doorframe, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something raw and unguarded. His foot tapped against the hardwood floor, the sound grating on my
