CHAPTER 35: A CHAOTIC MORNING
AMANDA'S POV:
My night was a bit restless and my dreams haunted by the image of Donovan chasing me, trying to hurt me. The sun hadn’t even peaked over the trees when I pulled myself out of bed at 5:00 AM. The house was freezing, and the silence felt heavy, but I couldn't stay under the covers. I had to see my mom. I had to know she was still fighting.
I jogged all the way to the pack clinic, the cold morning air stinging my lungs. When I pushed through the front doors, the reception hall was dim and quiet. The nurse behind the desk was slumped over, her head resting on her hand, fast asleep. I stood there for a second, just watching her. I felt for her, honestly.
Being a nurse has to be one of the hardest jobs in the world. How do they do it? Sta
