Rhys pov
I was late to the hallway, close enough to see the crutch skid across the floor but too far to stop any of it.
By the time I pushed through the crowd, Cole already had Kayla steady, his body angled protectively between her and Chelsea, and I stood there for a second just taking in the scene, Kayla's pale face, the crutch lying useless several feet away, Chelsea's expression cracking open in a way I'd never seen from her before.
I didn't move fast enough. That was the thought that stuck with me longest, standing there uselessly at the edge of the crowd while Cole did exactly what I should have been doing.
He'd gotten there first.
It shouldn't have mattered, not in a moment like that, not when Kayla was scared and hurt and needed someone steady beside her. It shouldn't have mat
