Cane's POV
I walked into that hospital hallway ready to explode.
My hands were still shaking from carrying Tiffany's limp body, from the blood, from everything. I had a whole speech ready.
How could she just drive off like that? How could she lock the doors on me? How could she act like I'm the enemy when our kids were almost gone forever?
I was mad. Real mad. But then I saw her.
She was sitting between the two small beds, back bent, shoulders tight, holding their tiny hands like if she let go they would vanish.
Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were red and swollen. She looked like she hadn't slept in years.
All the angry words died in my throat. How can I shout at a mother who just got her heart ripped out and put back in?
I walked up slow, like she was a scared animal. I put my hand on her shoulder. Gentle. She didn't move. Didn't flinch. Didn't even blink.
