(Author's POV)
Victoria's room was dim and quiet. The monitors beeped steadily. Jasper sat down beside the bed and looked at his mother's face - the slack stillness of it, the faint rise and fall of her chest.
He had brought Sienna into this house. He had vouched for her. He had let her stand in every room his mother had ever loved.
He lowered his head until his forehead rested against his mother's hand.
"I'm sorry," he said. His voice was barely audible. "I'm so sorry. I did this. I brought her here, and I didn't see it until it was too late, and I'm-"
The heart rate monitor spiked. A nurse came in quietly and touched his shoulder.
"Sir. You should step outside."
He stood up. He didn't look back at his mother's face. He wasn't sure he could.
He drove home.
Rosalind was in her roo
