Damian's POV

Damian had never known silence could feel so loud.

He stood outside the double doors of the surgical theatre, hands clenched at his sides, heart hammering in a way he couldn’t control. The hallway was bright, too bright, the overhead lights buzzing quietly. Nurses moved past him, pushing carts, giving orders, adjusting equipment, but all he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears.

Evelyn was inside that room, and he couldn’t be there with her.

He hated that.

Hated ...