Liam
Rain streaked the windshield as he pulled into the hospital’s parking lot. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, a dull ache sitting behind his ribs. The evening that had almost felt normal now seemed like a dream that had slipped through his fingers.
He ran through the sliding doors. “Rosemary Lang,” he told the nurse at the desk. She pointed him down a corridor that smelled of disinfectant and damp paper.
When he entered the small ward, she was already sitting up, an IV in her arm, looking far too composed for someone who’d supposedly fainted.
“Liam.” Her voice cracked just enough to sound fragile. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
“You collapsed,” he said, trying to slow his breathing. “Of course I came.”
“I’m fine now. It was just exhaustion. I didn’t want to be a burden
