Chapter Thirty-one
BROOKLYN My eyes open and then squint from the light. I begin to look around frantically hoping everything I remembered was just a nightmare. A very vivid nightmare. My surroundings only confirm the dreadful thought. I am in a hospital bed as an almost silent machine fills my ears with beeps. Then I can only imagine the worst as I remember Liam. Oh, please be okay. I don't know if I could bare the fact that he died because of me. Because I was stupid and cheated on him. Because of Spencer. Do I blame this on Spencer? I mean it is his uncle, but it is my fault. I'm the one who got involved with Spencer again. A quiet knock pulls me out of my thoughts. Then, a short-haired woman comes into the room who wears light pink scrubs. "Good morning Ms. West. I'm glad you're awake now." She bea
- Writer
