KIERAN'S POV
I watched Sera like a hawk.
Just watched the steady rise and fall of Sera's chest like it held the secrets of the universe.
Even now—with her awake and resting—the image of her bleeding out on that bridge played behind my eyelids every time I closed them. How close I'd come to losing her. Again.
Our hands lay entwined on the hospital blanket. When was the last time we'd touched like this? Not during the divorce. Not during our marriage. Had we ever?
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I fished it out with my other hand, not wanting to let go of Sera's.
"Margaret." My voice sounded rough even to me. "I was about to call you."
Her voice was shaky with anxiety when she said, "Did something happen? Is she okay? Is she—?"
"She woke up." I cut off the panic before it could spiral. Margaret had been a ghost in these halls since the shooting—another casualty of this nightmare. First Edward, now Sera. The grief hung on her like a second skin.
