CRIMSON’S POV:

“He was in the hospital and I knew nothing.”

“What do you want?” I retort. “I couldn’t tell you.”

My foot is tapping impatiently, frustration seeping into my bones. My knuckles tighten as I try to hold in my temper.

“You should have told me!”

“I couldn’t. How many bloody times do I have to tell you, I couldn’t?”

“He was in a coma!” she practically screams at me. She’s shaking with rage, angrier than I’ve ...