Chapter 33
Three-thirty had never felt so good. Today was D-Day. Diagnosis Day. The day that Darren would take his first independent steps since the stabbing, and maybe even the day he went home. Jayden paid no attention to the corridors, no attention to the other kids. He even zipped around an incoming shove without bothering to stop or get worked up about it. He had more important s**t to do, and his phone was silent, which meant Darren was still there. Three-thirty and he hadn’t left. That…didn’t sound good.
He was almost jogging by the time he reached the reception desk. He’d sorted out money for the bus down to the hospital car park, and it jingled happily in his blazer pocket as he shouldered through the glass doors into the deceptive sunlight.
And stopped dead.
Scott’s car was p
