KAIA

The drive to Moonfang General feels endless despite Vincent pushing well over the speed limit. My mind races with worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. Was it the cancer spreading? A complication from the treatments? What if—

I cut off the thought before it can fully form. No. Mom will be fine. She has to be.

Vincent's hand finds mine across the center console before I can stop him. His grip is warm, steady, and I know I should pull away—I literally just asked him ...