Chloe’s POV

After Gold’s burial ceremony, we went back to the hospital to see Tyler.

Reaching the hospital, its corridor smelled like antiseptic and fear. Fear if so many bad memories the past few weeks had been. From Ethan’s cancer, Tyler’s accident, Ethan’s death even Gold’s death.

I sat on the narrow bench outside Tyler’s ward, my hands folded over my stomach, counting my breaths the way the therapist had taught Zoe. In through the nose then Out through the mouth. Very ...