Chapter 29
- Minerva’s POV
- I stand in the sterile, brightly lit hallway outside the private VIP hospital room, the sharp, medicinal scent of antiseptic stinging my nose. My heart is racing, a frantic, wild rhythm pounding against my ribs. I look down at my phone, the screen still dark after Rosalina’s brutal, unceremonious rejection, but the sting of her words doesn't matter anymore.
- We already broke up, she said.