Rhett’s POV
That evening, I had some personal business to take care of, so I drove out on my own.
On the way back, I saw two women in a miserable state.
The younger one had a flushed face and was slumped over the back of the older woman. Her breathing was ragged, and broken murmurs spilled from her lips, so faint they were almost impossible to make out. Rain streamed down from the tips of her hair, mixing with blood and dripping all the way to the ground—its color so striking it was impossible to ignore.
I stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a stop in front of them.
The window rolled down. My gaze swept over the two of them, then finally settled on that deathly pale face, devoid of even a trace of color.
—It was her.
I had taken her to the hospital last night. At noon toda
