The fluorescent lights hummed above the hospital corridor. Liam's blood had dried on my sleeves and under my nails. I could still smell it.
From a plastic chair, I watched the second hand of the wall clock complete one circle after another.
A doctor in pale green scrubs finally came through the double doors. "Miss Miller? He's stable. The wound missed his vital organs. He should make a full recovery."
I unclasped my hands for the first time since we arrived and wiped my face with the back of one wrist. "Thank you. Can I see him?"
"He's in recovery. Give him an hour." The doctor squeezed my shoulder and went back through the doors.
I leaned against the wall. Liam was alive.
"Eleanor."
Julian stood at the far end of the corridor, beyond the reach of one flickering ceiling light. Witho
