TRISTAN

Yelena didn’t wake up all through yesterday.

I stayed until dawn, sitting on that hard hospital chair, watching her chest rise and fall like it was the only thing holding my world together.

When morning came, I had to leave. I told Jackson to call me the second her eyes opened. Not a minute later. Not after breakfast. The second.

Then I went after Tyler.

But the bastard was already gone.

He knew what he did, he felt it in his bones and he ran.

I stood at the police station, the ...