{Ryanna’s POV}

It’s been hours… No, it’s been longer than that. I’ve lost track of time.

I haven’t looked away from his face — not even once.

Casper lay there, in the same position he’s been in since they brought him inside.

My palms have brushed his hands a thousand times, maybe more… His skin is still warm, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not breathing. His heart isn’t beating and I can feel it… the absence of life in every breath I take that he doesn’t, in every ...