Chapter 45
Garrett’s POV
Late Sunday Afternoon:
The room was flooded with light when I woke up. I went to lift my arm to block out the sun, but the brace on my shoulder forced me to stop. I couldn’t raise my arm, and the memories of being attacked came back swiftly. What is wrong with people? I groaned out in pain and frustration. They had deliberately injured my right arm. They knew my name and where I lived. It wasn’t a random attack. They came to hurt me, and fear clawed up inside me. What kind of damage had they done? This could be a career-ending injury for me.
“I will get the doctor, Garrett,” my mother told me before the room was silent again.
When she returned, I asked, “What the hell happened?” Mom just looked at me like a deer in the headlights. I knew it was bad because
