Rafe POV
I sit and watch as the doctors examine Tash, but my mind is elsewhere. Every tick of the clock drags, each one louder than the last. I can hear the hum of the fluorescent lights, the distant beeping of monitors, the faint scrape of a shoe on tile—and still, I have no clue where Mikayla is, or if she’s okay. The not knowing hits harder than anything else—like someone’s got a boot pressed to my chest.
Tash looks a little better now—her color is creeping back into her cheeks in tiny, uneven increments. A knock on the door —loud and sharp—echoes through the sterile room. My head snaps up. My pulse races, dragging each second into eternity.
“Miss Greene, I have a visitor here to see you. She was very insistent that she be brought to you.”
The doors swing open, and it feels like the
