Katrina pov
The words hung in the suffocating air of the car, heavy and unanswered. *Why are we going to the hospital?* The question had cost me the last shred of my breath, leaving my lips dry and my throat tight. I stared at Cove, my eyes wide, desperately tracing the hard line of his jaw, the slight furrow of his brow, searching for any sign that the man who loved me had finally seen through the cracks of my stolen identity. Every second of his silence felt like a heavy, blunt blow to my chest. My mind, already battered from the psychological warfare at the dinner table, began to fracture into a thousand horrific possibilities. *He knows. He brought me here to commit me. He brought me here because he found out I am Katrina, not Stacy.*
Before he could answer, the fragile bubble of ou
