LAURA’S POV
“Liam, you’re causing a scene—please,” I urged, my voice low. “How did you even find me?”
“How could I not? I was worried,” he shot back, as if that explained everything.
I blinked. How did he always manage to find me?
Elijah stepped in, raising his hand. “Everyone, back to your stations.”
“I’m sorry,” Liam said, his voice tight with anger. “But I won’t let him fool you. He doesn’t care about you.”
Each word stung. Not because he was wrong, but because I was tired—tired of the noise, the chaos, the pain.
Just then, the doctor entered, his expression unreadable.
“The results are out.”
My heart thundered in my chest.
“Ms. Jones…” he began, “Unfortunately, you are not a match. However, Mr. Reed is a perfect match.”
“What? That can’t be right!” I gasped, trembling.
“Wha
