Chapter 80
Brittany's Pov
In the private ward, I sat in the bed and went through my phone call logs, my messages. It felt like the hundredth time that day scrolling through my phone. I kept looking for any message, any missed call, anything from Darcy.
Nothing.
Three days since someone almost killed me. Three days since I'd been lying in this white room, surrounded by machines, flowers, and get-well cards from people I hardly knew.
My fiancé only came once.
Once.
He stayed under an hour, looking like he'd rather be elsewhere.
Vivienne scrolled her phone.She'd been here every day. I was grateful for that. But even with her here, Darcy's absence felt enormous.
"Still nothing?" she asked, looking up.
"Nothing," I said. My voice tasted bitter. "He won't answer his phone. He won't te
