77. He'll be alright

VIOLET

With dread spreading through me faster than my heart could pump the blôod in my body, I turned the corner of the hospital corridor and found my family pacing the tiled floor. The white of it reminded me of the time and place, I'd rather not think about at such a time. I focused back in the present and saw Dom, who looked like he was about to have a breakdown as he gripped the back of his neck and let out a frustrated growl. My eyes slid to Brandon who appeared like he was still in a shocked state while Kiara and Elle clung to each other, trying to provide comfort to each other.

One glance at Mad told me that he was barely holding on from flipping out because of Bree who was unable to control her tears as she silently sobbed in his chest. But it wasn’t what had cracks forming in my chest, it was Scarlett. She looked like death has washed over her. Looking at her, I remembered the first thought that had come to my mind when Cole had broken the news of Alex being shot— I had told