Hamilton
I paced the length of the hospital corridor like a caged beast, my hands shaking as I dragged them through my hair. The image of my child on that floor, bloodied and broken, wouldn't leave me. Her legs-twisted and mangled beyond recognition. No parent should ever have to see their child like that.
I kept telling myself she was alive. That she would pull through. That even if she never walked again, she would still be here with me. I could not lose her-not my Bella. Not my jewel.
She had been rushed into the emergency ward hours ago. Each passing minute felt like an eternity gnawing at my chest. I stood there, every sound amplified-the squeak of shoes on the linoleum, the soft beeping of machines, the distant murmur of nurses. My heart hammered so loudly it drowned everything el
