(Harlow)
Ridge had told Mom and Dad I was at the hospital so they were here.
The hospital room was white and quiet and I couldn't stop crying.
My hand was in a cast now. They'd set it properly. Given me something for the pain. Done everything they were supposed to do and I hadn't felt any of it because I couldn't get past what I'd seen in that clearing.
Mira walking toward me.
Mira looking at me with that blank steady face and not stopping.
I kept seeing it over and over. The way she'd walked out of those trees like she'd already made her decision long before she got there. Like nothing I said was going to change it. Like she'd known exactly what she was walking into and chosen it anyway.
Because of me.
Mom was sitting next to the bed holding my good hand. She'd been crying too but
