"Looks like the business talk will have to wait," Liam said softly, his voice cutting through my spiraling thoughts. He finally looked at me, but his expression was a closed book. "Get some rest, Sarah. Surgery is a lot to handle."
"I'll be fine," I whispered, pulling the blanket tighter. I wanted him to leave. I wanted everyone to leave so I could finally let the scream out that had been lodged in my throat since I hit the floor.
Jason walked Liam to the door, his hand on Liam’s shoulder in that familiar, brotherhood-of-business way. I heard the low murmur of their voices in the foyer, something about "contingency plans" and "market opening," before the heavy door finally clicked shut.
The hospital was a blur of fluorescent lights and the sharp, antiseptic smell of rubbing alcohol. Tru
