DARRAGH’S POV
The world tilted.
That was the only way I could explain it. One moment, I was walking into the room with Eamon, my mind still heavy from everything that had happened, and the next—there she was.
Sara.
On my father's ward bed. His hand wrapped around her waist like he owned her. Like she belonged to him.
My stomach turned inside out. The air left my lungs in one sharp exhale.
She scrambled away from him so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. Her face went white. Guilty white. The kind of white that screamed everything I didn't want to know.
"It's not what it looks like," she said.
Those words. Those f*****g words that everyone said when it was exactly what it looked like.
I turned and walked out. My legs moved without my permission, carrying me down the hallway
