Blake’s POV
I saw then what I hadn’t let myself look at before. The deep grooves bracketing his mouth. The way his shoulders sagged when he thought no one was watching. Guilt, yes. But not just about me. About every decision he’d made on this ward for three decades.
“No,” I said after a beat. “What I want is simple. I want you to admit you don’t know what’s going on in there.” I jerked my chin in the general direction of Cassie’s room. “I want you to stop talking about her like she’s a chapter in a textbook. Start looking at what went wrong.”
He exhaled slowly. “We are not pretending to have all the answers, Mr. Huntington. We’ll… review our processes,” he said. “I can promise you that.”
“You’d better,” I said. “Because if you ever tell another family there’s no hope when there is, and
