Danny's POV
"Leo! Leo!"
My heart drummed a frantic beat as I yelled, heading toward the ICU. I froze at the edge of the ICU ward, my hoodie pulled low, feeling like a ghost haunting my own life. Inside the room, Leo looked like a discarded ragdoll. His face was a map of purple black bruises, his jaw wired shut, and his breathing came in wet, mechanical wheezes.
Leo's mom was there, her face a mask of grief, clutching on her rosary like it was a lifeline. I stepped inside, the air in the room felt like lead. I wanted to scream or puke. I wanted to tell them the monster who was behind this. But I couldn't. Never in my wildest dream had I thought Chadwick would actually go to this extent. I thought it was all bluffing.
"Danny," Leo wheezed, his eyes fluttering open. They were bloodshot
