~NICO~
I should be at the hospital.
That is the only place I am supposed to be right now, and I know it. I know it with a clarity that sits heavy in my chest, pressing against my ribs with every breath I take.
Instead, I’m gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary, my jaw tight, my mind stuck somewhere I shouldn’t be.
That room.
Those walls.
Those pictures.
My hand tightens again, knuckles whitening as the image pushes forward whether I want it to or not. The angles. The dates. The time it must have taken. The patience.
Most importantly, the audacity.
I exhale sharply through my nose, my tongue pressing against the inside of my cheek as I try to force it down.
It doesn’t work.
It only gets worse.
The thought that he didn’t just watch her, but studied her. Memorized her.
