RHEA’S POV
As the car pulls away, I catch a glimpse of Lolita still standing in the hospital entrance, her face stricken and pale. Evans and Rico stand beside her, talking animatedly, probably explaining what they know about my condition.
I turn away, staring straight ahead as the hospital shrinks in the rearview mirror. My hand rests on my abdomen, and I rest my head on the glass. A memory rises. It is a different time and a different loss. The day I lost Miles before I ever truly had him.
Flashback…
I wake to the sharp smell of antiseptic and the beeping of machines. I only see white ceilings, white walls, and white sheets pulled up to my chest. For a moment, I float in confusion, unable to remember how I got here or why my body feels like it has been through a meat grinder. An IV li
