(Author's POV)
Jasper lowered the phone and set it on the seat beside him.
He sat there in the quiet. The corridor hummed. Somewhere past the double doors, his mother was being kept alive by people he'd never met, and he was out here alone with a plastic chair and a dead phone screen.
The thought came to him sideways, the way absurd thoughts do when you're running on no sleep and too much adrenaline. If Sienna called right now - just called, just asked how his mother was doing, just said one sentence that showed she was thinking about someone other than herself - he'd marry her the moment the divorce was finalized. He'd stop questioning it. He'd stop feeling whatever this hollow thing in his chest was and he'd just commit.
He looked at the phone.
It didn't ring.
An hour passed. Then
