Ryder
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I’m not sure how long I’ve been awake, but the constant beeping of the heart monitor beside me is starting to drive me crazy. Every sound, every movement, reminds me that I’m here, stuck in a hospital room, feeling like my body is betraying me. My mind is far from at rest, though. It’s been running wild ever since I woke up, trying to make sense of everything—of Maya, of my actions, and where the hell we go from here.
A buzz on my phone breaks the silence. I glance down to see a message from Collin, and before I can even open it, the phone rings. It’s Collin. My gut clenches.
“Ryder,” he says, his voice tight and strained, “Maya’s a mess. She’s drunk off her ass, and I don’t know what the hell happened, but she’s in bad shape. I’m at your place now, trying to keep her from
