Wendy
“Since Dad chose you, you must be a good man.” I had told him.
Since the moment Reed left the room, I couldn't stop thinking about the way he had looked at me when I said that. There was so much unspoken emotion in his eyes. It made my chest feel strangely warm. For a girl who had just lost eight years of her life, I felt surprisingly safe knowing he was standing right on the other side of my door.
But then, the silence of the hospital was shattered.
Suddenly, I could hear loud, angry voices erupting from the hallway.
I frowned, looking toward the small glass window of the door. Who was yelling out there?
Then I almost flinched at the unmistakable sound of someone being slammed against the wall.
Reed. He was outside.
My heart leaped into my throat.
Was someone hurting him?
