Liana's Pov
The rain tapped against the hospital windows, a soothing lullaby to the storm raging in my chest. Outside, gray streaked the sky, a gray that swallowed light as well as hope. My fingers were freezin' gripping the rim of a scalding paper cup, left untouched since the nurse had brought it to me. Over the café table in the hospital lobby's quiet waiting area, Stanley sat with his fingers clasped together, his knuckles white. He hadn't touched his drink either.
His forehead was creased, etched with worry, and his eyes flicked to the corridor every few seconds, as if he was commanding himself to hear footsteps or bells or something that would inform him Serena was okay.
“We can’t leave her here anymore,” he said finally, voice low and urgent. He leaned forward, speaking just abov
