The next seventy-two hours passed in a blur.

Lauren barely left her apartment. Barely left her bed. Wyatt stayed with her constantly. He only answered any important calls that came in. He was there when the nightmares came, and they came every time she closed her eyes.

Liam's face. The gunshot. The blood. Over and over and over.

Honey came by on the second day, bringing food Lauren didn't eat and sitting beside her bed, just holding her hand. Not saying anything. Just being present.

Maggie ...