Miles’s POV
I drove to the hospital as fast as I could, pushing the speed limit, my hands gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic, uneven rhythm. Daphne’s voice echoed in my head—Your grandfather is in the hospital. That alone was enough to send me flying down the road, but the terror clawing at my chest made me press the gas harder.
The moment I reached the hospital, I jumped out of the car and ran inside, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“The room—Mr. Harrington’s room?” I asked the receptionist, desperation raw in my voice.
“Miles.”
I turned sharply at the sound of my name. Daphne stood a few feet away, her eyes swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears. My breath hitched. No. No, it couldn’t be what I thought. If it was, I
