Rachel
I stood outside Vincent’s hospital room for a few seconds before I pushed the door open.
My chest still hurts from crying. I tried to keep it down but it felt like it was choking me from the inside.
The private hospital floor was quiet, the nurses walked past with files in hand, the security guards stood near the elevators. I thought that was nice because I didn’t want the reporters finding out about this because I knew it would affect his company.
But none of that mattered tonight.
Vincent had almost died because of me, he does not remember anything. God.
I stepped inside the room slowly.
Sabrina was already there beside the bed. Her face looked tired and strained. Camilla stood near the windows with her expensive coat draped over one arm and her phone in her hand.
Vincent
