After the finality of the interrogation room, the night had blurred into a haze of red and blue lights and the low rumble of a police escort. They had finally taken Liam to the hospital to get checked out, and despite the exhaustion threatening to pull me under, there was no power on earth that could have made me stay behind at the precinct.
The sun didn't rise with a dramatic flare; it bled slowly into the sky, a bruised purple fading into a weak, watery gray. I hadn't slept. I’d spent the night draped in a fresh hospital blanket in a waiting area that smelled of floor wax and stale coffee, with Jasmine’s head resting heavy on my shoulder. Every time the sliding glass doors of the ER whirred open, I jolted, my heart hammer-thudding against my ribs until I saw it was just another tired nu
