ASHLEY
I don’t have the strength to stay away from Beckett. I don’t even have the strength to hear the commotion happening outside. Beckett’s mother can’t come to the hospital. I offered to shoulder her expenses but she declined. It’s good for her to know Beckett is barely alive and breathing.
Somehow, I feel like I’m hurting just by hearing those words from her. I wonder what kind of childhood Beckett has. There are a lot of scenarios I can think of and all of them are worse.
Matthews is beside me and I know he has a lot of questions. I know he knew Beckett almost as much as I do—and he’s hurting too. "He's so excited to get to you."
My eyes burn, lashes clumped wet but I didn't say anything and just let him speak.
"He's so in love with you Ash..." I know. Matthews lifted his eyes
