KAIA
The drive to Moonfang General feels endless despite Vincent pushing well over the speed limit. My mind races with worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. Was it the cancer spreading? A complication from the treatments? What if—
I cut off the thought before it can fully form. No. Mom will be fine. She has to be.
Vincent's hand finds mine across the center console before I can stop him. His grip is warm, steady, and I know I should pull away—I literally just asked him for space, for time to figure out what I want without pressure from him.
But right now, with terror clawing at my chest and my mother's life hanging in the balance, I can't bring myself to reject the comfort. Just this once. Just for this crisis.
I'll deal with the boundaries later. Right now, I need
