Isabella's POV
Ethan's room was dark and quiet, except for the sound of his heart monitor.
I sat quietly by his bedside, watching the rise and fall of his chest for a long time.
If it weren't for the beeping of that monitor, or the bandages wrapped around his chest…If it weren't the bruises on his arms and face, or the twisting tangle of guilt and anger in my chest…
If it weren't for those things, I could almost convince myself he was just sleeping.
Sabrina said he was fine, but he hadn't woken up since the surgery.
Why?
“Why do you keep making me worry when I'm supposed to be angry with you?" I whispered in the silence of the room.
The heart monitor beeped in response.
“You need to wake up. Once I know you're okay, I can yell at you and pepper you with questions I already know y
