Sadie’s POV
I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes until I saw sparks. The fluorescent light was too bright. The room was too small. The air was too thin.
"This is insane," I said, my voice muffled against my palms. "This is actually insane. You are insane. I am insane for sitting here listening to this."
"You're not insane. You're processing."
"I am not processing! I am having a breakdown! In my office! On a Saturday night! Because the father of my child just turned his arm into a – into a–"
I couldn't finish the sentence. My throat closed around the word like a fist.
Taylor crouched in front of me. He didn't touch me – he kept his hands on his knees, a careful distance between us, and his face was close enough that I could see every detail. The gold in his eyes. The faint
