Daphne’s POV
“Miles, nothing will happen to her. She’ll be okay,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, the tension in his body like a coiled spring.
“She’ll be fine,” I repeated softly.
He didn’t respond. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, but I could see the fear pooling behind them—silent and raw.
Earlier, he’d gotten a call that shattered everything: Anna had tried to take her own life—she’d slit her wrists. By some miracle, someone had found her in time and rushed her to the hospital. Now we were racing against our own panic, hoping we weren’t too late.
The second we pulled into the hospital parking lot, we jumped out of the car. Miles grabbed my hand and practically dragged me through the fro
