Sarah let out a muffled gasp, her breath uneven as she heard what he said. Her fingers trembled at her sides, her mind refusing to process what she had just heard. This was supposed to be a great moment for her—especially after the moment she just had with Vincent. But now, she could barely feel herself.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. Her voice was barely audible, but the raw emotion behind it was deafening.
Then came the tears. They were uncontrollable and heavy—the kind that had been bottled up for far too long. She barely had time to think before Vincent was there, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.
“It’s okay,” he murmured against her hair. “I’ve got you.”
But it wasn’t okay. It hadn’t been okay since she heard about his health. And now, someone was after her li
