Mikayla POV
My eyelids felt heavy, sunlight spilled across the bed warming me. My head felt thick and slow as I blinked awake, my eyes landing immediately upon Rafe, who looked extremely rugged even with a dark bruise on his cheekbone, and slightly yellowed bruising along his jaw from Tripp—a sight that pinched at me with a sharp, guilty twist. He dropped his phone onto the bed and smiled at me, passing me a glass of water and two of the pain meds the doctor had charged me a small fortune for. His honey-brown eyes softened as they met mine, but I could see the tension he was carrying in his shoulders.
“Morning, Darling,” he said gently, taking the glass from me and putting it on the bedside cabinet.
“Your dad called… something’s not right about the crash. The tree wasn’t an accident, Ka
