Ricci
It had been a few days since my body stopped aching since the monitors were unplugged and the nurses stopped hovering. I was officially "recovered."
But nothing felt whole.
The rest of me? Shattered in places no X-ray could catch.
My heart sank lower if that was even possible. Heavy. Constant. Like a bruise, you can't stop pressing.
The officer stood near the door now, arms folded, tapping something into his phone like this was just another case. Another day. Another man going down. I almost laughed.
Almost.
The nurse finished adjusting my IV and gave me this look-one of those soft, pity-laced stares. I hated it. I didn't want pity. I wanted-
Her.
One more glance. One more word. One more thing. But she was gone.
When they finally came back for me, it wasn't dramatic. No gu
