The sound of the engine echoed in Lena’s head long after it faded into the night.
Gone.
Noah was gone.
Water from the sprinklers still rained down, soaking the hospital floor, mixing with blood and shattered glass. Red emergency lights spun slowly across the walls, turning everything unreal.
Lena couldn’t move.
Her eyes remained fixed on the empty bed.
Just minutes ago he had been there.
Breathing.
Speaking.
Calling her name.
Now there was only a dent in the mattress and a torn blanket sliding slowly toward the floor.
“No…” she whispered again.
Her knees nearly gave out.
Alex moved first.
He turned sharply toward the door, already issuing orders into his phone.
“Lock every exit,” he said coldly. “No vehicles leave the perimeter.”
A pause.
His expression darkened further.
