DAMIEN
I’d been pacing outside her hospital room for what felt like forever, running a hand through my hair every two minutes like it would somehow help me breathe. The hallway smelled like disinfectant and nerves.
My phone buzzed every few seconds with missed calls and messages, but I didn’t care.
All I could think about was the way Samantha’s voice had cracked when she called me. “Come to the hospital. Now.” That was all she said before hanging up.
I’d never driven that fast in my life.
Now, standing there, waiting for someone to tell me what the hell was happening, I was seconds away from losing it. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly. My palms were sweaty. I’d already asked two nurses if they could tell me anything, and both had given me the same look—polite, apologe
