Lucian
I couldn’t believe the extent of Tina’s selfishness. I’d known she could be impulsive, even irrational—but this? This was something else entirely.
She was barely breathing when we arrived at the hospital. I hadn’t stopped to read the note she left; there hadn’t been time. But now that she was stable and the doctors were trying to flush whatever poison she’d taken out of her system, I sat down in the corridor, numb and tired, and reached for it.
I hadn’t meant to leave without grabbing my phone. I’d meant to call Mara—needed to—but I’d left everything in the panic. When I tried to find her parents to explain, I was told they were off duty. Everything had spiraled so fast, and now all I had in my hand was a note stained with tears and desperation.
I sat down on one of the uncomfor
