Carolina sat in the cold hospital waiting area, her knee bouncing restlessly. Her fingers trembled as she gripped her phone and scrolled through contacts. She didn’t have Kingsley’s number. But she knew who would.

She tapped Devon’s name and pressed Call.

He answered on the third ring, his voice groggy.

“Carolina?”

She broke into sobs the moment she heard his voice. “Devon—Devon, it’s bad. It’s Katherine. Oh my God. Please… she—she was attacked.”

His tone ...