Destiny
I nodded. He left after checking Malik’s vitals. I stood next to him and stared down at him. His handsome face was severely swollen. If it wasn’t for the Justice Scales tattoo on his forearm, I wouldn’t have recognized him.
I pulled up a chair and sat next to him. The monitors beeped and made other noises. I watched numbers on one screen, and then my eyes tracked to numbers on another. Nurses came in and checked on him. I felt like an imposter. Trixie should be sitting here, not me. Malik and I have been separated for two years.
While I sat, I texted my friend Silas. He was my neighbor. We met in the elevator when I moved into the penthouse. He and his boyfriend helped me move in when they saw me struggling with some boxes. He was 26, tall, wiry, and extremely good-looking. He
