LOGINâNoah,â He says softly, setting down a small bouquet of pink roses, which Iâve come to learn are her favorite, on the chair beside me. âHow is she?ââStill unconscious.âHe nods, his eyes moving to the window, to the pale figure lying motionless beyond the glass. âShe looks fragile.ââShe is,â I say
I havenât left this hallway in two days. Itâs The same white walls. The same hum of machines behind the glass. The same antiseptic stench clinging to my clothes.Iâve counted every flicker on the heart monitor. Every rise and fall on the graph that tells me Sierraâs still here. Iâve memorized that s
âSheâs a problem,â I mutter under my breath. âShe shouldnât even exist in my equation.ââThen let her breathe for now,â the second woman replies, walking toward me. Her voice is like ice sliding beneath the skin. âYouâll get another chance. But not if you draw attention. Weâve 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 Iâm grinding my teeth.âSheâs still alive,â I spit out. âHow the fuck is she still alive?âThe woman across from me flinc
When I look up, Lillyâs glaring at me. âWhat the hell is going on, Noah?âI exhale, rubbing the bridge of my nose. âThe police were here earlier. They told us someoneâs been trying to kill Sierra.âHer jaw drops. âWhat?ââThey 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 canât move. I canât breathe. All I can do is stare as the doctors keep pressing those damn paddles to her chest, shouting numbers, shouting for life.âCome on, Sierra,â I whisper. âCome on.âThis canât be happening.This canât be happeni







