Jake’s POV

I didn’t sleep.

Not even for a second.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zoe’s pale face, heard Don K’s words echoing in my head, felt the weight of the promise I had made to Chloe pressing down on my chest like a vow written in blood.

Morning crept in slowly, grey and cold, like it didn’t belong to a world that was still spinning. I was sitting on the chair beside Zoe’s bed when the doctor came in, his face careful, professional.

“She’s stable,” he ...