By the time I finally got back into my car, my head was already pounding.
The hospital smell still clung to me faintly.
I tightened my grip slightly against the steering wheel before exhaling slowly.
Hayes had insisted I leave.
“You have work,” he told me calmly after Camille finally settled down a little. “I’ll take her home.”
I didn’t feel completely comfortable leaving them.
Especially not with the way Camille looked every few seconds toward the hospital door like someone would suddenly walk in and drag her back somewhere she was terrified of returning to.
But my phone had been vibrating nonstop for nearly an hour.
Mia was calling nonstop. So eventually, I left.
The drive to the company felt blurry.
My mind kept replaying everything.
Camille’s shaking voice.
The bruises on h
