(Virgina’s POV)
In the surgery waiting room, I find a corner chair and collapse into it.
James approaches me hesitantly. "Virginia, are you alright? You look pale."
"I'm fine," I lie, not looking up at him. "Just worried about Jasper."
He nods and moves away, probably sensing I don't want company. Good. I don't want their pity or their concern. I don't want anything from people who will never truly accept me.
Across the room, Blair and Scarlett are still talking quietly. I can't hear their words, but I can see the way Blair strokes Scarlett's arm, the way she wipes away her tears with gentle fingers.
The way she looks at her like she's precious. Irreplaceable.
"I'm worried about Jasper," Scarlett says, loud enough for me to hear. "What if something happens to him? What if—"
"Shh,"
