Lola’s POV

Evelyn walked at my side as we entered the hospital. The white walls stretched high, the smell of disinfectant clinging to the air.

Nurses passed by with hurried steps, their arms full of files and equipment. My chest tightened with every step I took.

We finally stopped at the door of a private ward. Evelyn pushed it open, and there he was.

Mike.

He lay in the hospital bed, a thick cast strapped to his leg, bandages wrapped around his head. His face was pale, but his eyes, sharp ...