JANICE'S POV
One phone call changes everything.
The moment I lower the phone and tell Eden someone from the press has started asking questions, the fragile peace we've spent weeks building begins cracking all over again because secrets are dangerous, but public secrets are worse.
"How much do they know?" Eden immediately pushes away from the window and starts walking toward me.
I shake my head.
"I don't know."
The answer sounds pathetic even to me.
For a second neither of us speaks.
The city glows beyond the hospital windows while distant voices drift through the hallway, but suddenly all I can hear is my own heartbeat.
Because this isn't about me and never was, it's about Jack, always Jack, and that's why the next morning the hospital feels different to me, not openly dangerous b
