AMELIA POV

I don’t leave Daniel’s side.

The nurses come and go, checking vitals, adjusting IVs, murmuring reassurances in soft voices that blur together. Harper brings me coffee that goes cold in my hands. Oliver had taken his girlfriend Emma home. Beatrice’s words still ringing in my ears: “This is what happens when you let the wrong people into your life.”

She’s right, but not in the way she thinks.

Daniel drifts in and out of consciousness, his fingers occasionally ...