The doctors stood aside, watching Dylan kneel before the gurney, sobbing his heart out.
None of them spoke. Complex emotions roiled in their eyes—regret, pity, and contempt.
The lead surgeon slowly shook his head. He knew all too well.
He knew the venomous scorn that had come through the receiver when I, hemorrhaging and on the brink of death, dialed that number. He knew exactly how Dylan had callously abandoned me at the moment I needed him most.
"You should've known what was coming."
The doctor sighed quietly.
The mortuary staff pushed the gurney slowly toward the cremation chamber.
Dylan's sobbing cut off abruptly. He wrenched his head up, his bloodshot eyes fixed rigidly on the gurney as it drew further and further away.
Reality had suddenly hit him that once it went in, he
