Chapter 32 The Weight Of Accusations

• Max****
• The sterile scent of the hospital hit me, suffocating and sharp. The harsh fluorescent lights felt like a slap to my face. None of it mattered. What mattered was that Sara was still alive. It felt suffocating, the fluorescent lights too harsh, the buzz of activity too loud. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that Sara was still alive.
• I squeezed her hand gently, my knuckles white from the grip. Her breathing was shallow, the bloodstains still staining the fabric of her dress, and every moment felt like it could be the last. I couldn’t bear it. Not now. Not after everything.