Chloe’s POV

I sat there, staring at the ICU door, when the weight of something I had been carrying pressed too hard against my chest.

I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“Jake…” I called softly.

He turned immediately, he looked tired already, his eyes tired, bloodshot, but even in the midst of it all, it was alert. Tyler followed his gaze to me, sensing the shift in my voice.

“There’s something I didn’t tell you,” I said.

Both of them stiffened.

Jake moved ...