Sophia’s P.O.V

The tires screeched as Nathan swerved us into the hospital parking lot, the sirens of police cars already lighting up the building. He killed the engine but my hands were already fumbling for the seatbelt, my chest tight as if the air itself didn’t want to let me breathe.

“Wait, Sophia,” Nathan grabbed my wrist before I could fling the door open, his voice sharp. “Don’t rush in there. We don’t even know what’s happening inside.”

“I don’t ...