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“Noah,” He says softly, setting down a small bouquet of pink roses, which I’ve come to learn are her favorite, on the chair beside me. “How is she?”“Still unconscious.”He nods, his eyes moving to the window, to the pale figure lying motionless beyond the glass. “She looks fragile.”“She is,” I say
I haven’t left this hallway in two days. It’s The same white walls. The same hum of machines behind the glass. The same antiseptic stench clinging to my clothes.I’ve counted every flicker on the heart monitor. Every rise and fall on the graph that tells me Sierra’s still here. I’ve memorized that s
“She’s a problem,” I mutter under my breath. “She shouldn’t even exist in my equation.”“Then let her breathe for now,” the second woman replies, walking toward me. Her voice is like ice sliding beneath the skin. “You’ll get another chance. But not if you draw attention. We’ve already failed twice.
Anonymous.I slam my fist against the desk, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room. The glass trembles, and a few papers flutter to the floor. My jaw aches from how tightly I’m grinding my teeth.“She’s still alive,” I spit out. “How the fuck is she still alive?”The woman across from me flinc
When I look up, Lilly’s glaring at me. “What the hell is going on, Noah?”I exhale, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “The police were here earlier. They told us someone’s been trying to kill Sierra.”Her jaw drops. “What?”“They found out her brakes were tampered with. And the equipment that almost cr
The sound of the flatline drills into my skull like a blade. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. All I can do is stare as the doctors keep pressing those damn paddles to her chest, shouting numbers, shouting for life.“Come on, Sierra,” I whisper. “Come on.”This can’t be happening.This can’t be happeni







