Reed
Three days.
Three long, hellish days had passed since the courtroom, since the blood, since Eden.
I’d spent them handcuffed to a hospital bed in the penitentiary wing, my body a mess of bruises, cuts, swelling, and agony. Bandages wrapped my ribs so tight I could barely breathe. My right eye wouldn’t open properly, and my left wrist had a hairline fracture. My mouth still throbbed from the tooth I lost, and every time I blinked, I could feel Eden’s punches echo through my skull.
But the worst part?
It wasn’t the pain.
It was the silence.
No visitors. No calls. No Rayne.
He didn’t come.
Not even once.
Not to check on me. Not to scream at me. Not to see if I was still breathing.
And yet, even with every cracked rib and splintered nerve, I clung to the same stubborn belief tha
