Piper’s POV
I sat in the guest waiting room, tapping my fingers lightly against the porcelain teacup. The omega shuffled down the hallway, her head bowed, her expression troubled. She didn’t meet my gaze as she approached. Good. At least someone here still knows their place.
“You’re asked to wait till she’s done,” the omega mumbled, her voice timid.
“It’s fine,” I replied, my tone smooth and polite, though my teeth ground together.
I lied.
Nothing about this was fine.
Avery still knew how to command a room — even now, pretending she couldn’t remember anything. Old habits die hard, don’t they, sister? Even with amnesia, she managed to keep me waiting. It’s almost laughable, really. I’d been waiting on her my whole life.
Waiting for her to finish her hospital shifts.
Waiting for her
