Christian's POV
I rushed into the hospital, my heart racing with worry. I had to get to Ashley, had to be there for her. I burst through the doors, my eyes scanning the room for her.
And then I saw her, her eyes fixed on something in front of her. I followed her gaze, my heart sinking. Mark's lifeless body lay on the bed, his eyes closed forever.
Ashley's face crumpled, her body shaking with sobs. I rushed to her, my arms opening wide. I caught her as she collapsed, holding her tightly as she wailed in grief.
"I'm so sorry, Ashley," I whispered, my voice filled with tears. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner."
She clung to me, her fingers digging into my skin. "Christian, I couldn't save him," she sobbed. "I couldn't save him."
I held her tightly, my own grief threatening to overwhel
