Hailey’s POV
The ride to the hospital felt unreal, as if I were trapped inside a nightmare I could not wake from. Roy drove too fast, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a desperation that made his knuckles turn white. He kept glancing at me like he was terrified I would disappear if he looked away for even a second.
“Hailey, please,” he said, his voice breaking. “Please hold on. We’re almost there.”
I did not answer. My throat felt too tight to form words, and the pain twisting through my stomach was so sharp it stole my breath. I pressed my palm against my lower abdomen and stared through the windshield, watching streetlights blur into streaks of gold. My whole body trembled as if it already knew what my mind refused to accept.
Roy swerved into the emergency bay and rushed out
