I sat there tracing the edge of the serpent tattoo on the sketchbook page, my mind spinning.
My chest still felt tight.
The kind of tight that doesn't come from running….but from remembering too much all at once.
Then, quietly, I said, "Dom… how's Liam? I mean… has he… is he responding to treatment yet?"
Dominic's jaw tightened a little. He leaned back against the couch and rubbed his towel on his damp hair.
He finally shook his head. "No. Doctor says… he's still the same way. Still in the coma. No sign of anything."
My throat went dry.
And right then, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out. A message from June popped on the screen:
Just put Alia to sleep. Heading home soon. Marcus said he's staying over at the hospital tonight. Oh, and the doctor was asking about you again… about the bills.
I stared at the text.
My chest tightened until it hurt.
Dominic must've noticed my expression drop because he leaned closer. "Hey. What's wrong?"