Chapter 10
~ Hailey ~
The silence in the hospital room was suffocating.
Yvonne lay propped against the pillows, her left wrist now professionally wrapped in clean white bandages. She looked small, fragile, pitiful — exactly the image she'd been crafting since I walked in.
I sat in the chair by the window, watching.
Navine stood on the opposite side of the bed, his leather jacket still on, his hands shoved deep in his pockets like he didn't trust what they might do if he let them free. The anguish I'd seen in the waiting area had shifted into something more complicated—worry mixed with suspicion mixed with something I couldn't quite name.
Jackson was still out in the hallway, talking to the doctor about discharge instructions and follow-up appointments and whatever else you disc
