The night seemed endless. The only thing filling the room was the rhythmic beeping of the machines.
Charlie stayed by Emma's side in silence. For once, his eyes held no suspicion, no prejudice, no hatred built from assumptions.
The soft light fell over her face, making her look fragile and almost unreal.
When his gaze landed on the scars covering her arms, memories from the past flooded back.
Emma used to care about her appearance and laugh freely and act like the world belonged to her. She had been bright, stubborn, and full of life.
But he was the one who destroyed that Emma.
He had lied about Jack's death. He had allowed Yolanda to betray Emma by faking her death. He had watched Emma fall apart and punish herself again and again.
A heavy ache spread through his chest.
He didn't
