Adam's pov
I am a wreck. Or worse. I had received the news when Rosella regained consciousness and my heart ached to go back to her, hug her, kiss her and make her feel better. But the guilt kept eating me. She was in that position because of me. My mind constantly repeated Amanda's words, like a broken tape recorder.
Dylan said that she asked about me when he went to meet her. He lied saying that I'm away for a meeting and urged me to come back but I was just so conflicted.
I got updates about her everyday through Dylan. When she was discharged from the hospital, I was a little relieved.
I was a complete mess. Disheveled hair, untrimmed beard and I didn't even remember the last time I showered. Who would believe that I'm Adam Costello. Even my room was a mess, I kept thrashing and br
