Xavier's POV

The car ride to the hospital was tense, filled with Mia's bitter silence and our collective guilt. Her words about dying twice because of us kept echoing in my mind like a death sentence.

She tried to kill herself. Because of us.

"I still can't believe you're making me do this," Mia said coldly from the backseat, her arms crossed defensively.

"We're not making you do anything," I replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "You need to clear your ...