SOPHIA’S POV
Jace and I waited patiently in the reception, hoping for the best.
The policemen were finally able to capture the shooter after he had already shot Isabella and killed a cop.
I exhaled as chill ran down my spine. “I hope she’s okay.”
Jace’s hand tightened around mine. “I hope she’s okay for your sake and her baby’s. I can’t forget what she did to us.”
I nodded slowly, my throat tightening. The bright fluorescent lights above us hummed quietly, too calm for what we had just lived through.
The scent of antiseptic burned my nose and the sound of nurses’ hurried steps echoed down the hall. Every time a door opened, I looked up, praying it would be someone with news.
After a long stretch of silence, he spoke again, his voice low.
“If she makes it through this, Sophia…
