The drive to the hospital was fast and terrifying. Cassian drove with one hand tight on the steering wheel and the other squeezing Maeve’s hand. He didn’t say a word, but he wouldn’t let her go. He moved through the traffic like a man who wouldn't let anything get in his way.
Maeve stared out the window. She didn't see the buildings or the people passing by. All she could see was her father’s face from that morning. The car was silent, except for the sound of her heavy, shaky breathing. Every time the car turned, her heart felt like it was going to stop.
When they arrived, Cassian didn't even park the car properly. He left it at the front door and pulled Maeve inside. She felt like a doll, her body stiff and cold as he led her through the sliding glass doors. He kept his arm around her w
