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Brandt
I sat slumped in the chair next to Mason, elbows on my knees and face in my hands.
Sarah’s brother was silent as a tomb as he tapped his fingers against his thigh, watching every orderly who passed by the hospital’s waiting room, where we f*****g sat...and waited.
We’d ridden to the hospital together, following the ambulance, and Mason had grilled me about everything that had happened. I’d been so scared and numbed with shock I’d blurted out all of it. Even the belts part.
Clenching the steering wheel, he’d gritted out, “You stupid f*****g i***t. If she dies tonight, I’ll kill you.”
And he hadn’t spoken to me since.
Closing my eyes and trying to breathe through the fear, I didn’t bother telling him he needn’t bother. If Sarah died, I’d take myself out.
All the oxygen in m
