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As a frantic E.R. staff wheeled Eva away on a stretcher, I collapsed onto the nearest bench I saw and pressed my back to the wall, closing my eyes. Unable to hold her any longer, my hands began to shake, so I gripped the edge of the bench for dear life.
Reese paced by me as she chattered on her phone, talking a million miles a minute to a dozen different people. Noel, who’d driven us to the hospital, was lingering nearby, and Mason, who’d stayed back at the apartment to take care of the guy I’d damn-near killed for touching my Tinker Bell, was still absent.
All the while, I couldn’t stop feeling the wetness of Eva’s blood soak through my shirt.
What the f**k had I been thinking?
I’d stood outside that garage, listened in on her conversation with her ex, and I’d done nothing.
