Dave's POV
I listened to Rose explain her sister’s condition while glaring at the back of Lucas’s head. He sat by the stretcher, grieving, but I couldn’t muster any sympathy. My anger at him was overwhelming.
I had known Ester since she was young, and I was aware of her tendency to be clumsy. But I never let harm come her way. If she so much as cut herself while cooking, I’d worry endlessly.
And now this?
I sighed heavily, the frustration building in my chest. I couldn’t stand seeing Ester unhappy, let alone in pain. Her current state made me question Lucas’s ability as her soulmate.
As Rose continued her explanation, I nodded absentmindedly, but my focus stayed on Ester’s unconscious form. Bruised and battered, she looked fragile, and it broke me.
“I need to use the restroom,” Lucas
