H A I L E Y
My body had a cold chill that has refused to leave my bones since the paramedics wheeled Dominic away. I press my back against the wall, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, a flimsy shield against a world that has suddenly become cold.
My dress, a beautiful silk gown I'd chosen with such care hours ago, feels like a costume for a tragedy I was never meant to be in.
The double doors at the end of the hall swing open and shut as doctors and nurses hurry in and out of the operating room.
They've been in there for an eternity. Or maybe it's only been thirty minutes. Time has become meaningless since we arrived at the hospital and I was holding onto hope that was slowing vanishing.
I should be in there with him, fighting for him. But I'm trapped in my mind, hoping and pra
