(Vaughn)
Sunday morning I woke up feeling like garbage.
I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Sloane. With Kieran. Smiling at him.
It made me sick.
I got up and went to the kitchen. Made coffee. Sat at the table staring at nothing.
Tomorrow. The story would break tomorrow. Monday morning at six AM.
And then everyone would know the truth about Kieran. About what he'd done at Johns Hopkins. About how he'd killed a patient and covered it up.
Sloane would see it. She'd realize I was right. That Kieran was dangerous.
But what if she didn't care? What if she'd already decided to be with him anyway?
Anger burned through me.
Donovan came into the kitchen. "You look terrible."
"I feel terrible."
"Did you sleep at all?"
"No."
He poured himself coffee and sat down across fro
