By the time I got to the hospital, I realized something terrifying.
I was smiling.
Like… actually smiling.
In public.
Unprovoked.
This is how you know life is getting suspicious.
I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to tone it down before someone called a doctor on me.
Mom was getting discharged today.
Today.
After everything… after the sleepless nights, the stupid hospital food, the constant fear that something might go wrong—
She was going home.
I let out a breath I didn't even realize I'd been holding for weeks.
And then—
Mr. Blake's voice echoed in my head.
"I found evidence."
My steps slowed slightly.
Evidence.
Actual, real, life-changing evidence.
Which meant…
My stomach flipped.
Dominic.
I hadn't said his name out loud in days. Weeks.
Would he even listen to me?
Or would he just walk away again like last time?
I scratched the back of my neck, exhaling.
