FINN'S POV
Who could have done this? And why?
My thoughts spun in endless circles, chasing each other, with no real answers in sight.
Heck! The more I thought about it, the heavier everything felt. The accident, the rogue attack—it all seemed like a nightmare, a cruel twist of fate that no one had seen coming.
So many questions echoed in my head, louder with each passing second. And just when I felt myself sinking deeper into that spiral, my mother’s sharp voice cut through the fog.
“Finn!” Her tone was laced with impatience, and I could tell she was already annoyed. “Who was that on the phone? You’ve been standing there like a statue, not saying a word!”
I glanced up, but I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t. My thoughts were elsewhere, far away from the hospital, still trying to process
