Namara's POV:

I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling tiles, my mind looping endlessly through the same painful thoughts and regret sat heavy in my chest like a stone I couldn’t swallow. How could I have been so stupid? I should have told Alexander about the text the moment it arrived. I should have shown him the silent call. I should have trusted him enough to ruin the day if it meant keeping everyone safe.

Instead, I had hidden everything, convinced myself it was nothing, and ...