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18. What Did You Do To My Son?

Penulis: Zaia Black
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-04 22:27:52
HARPER:

Hospitals and I had a complicated relationship. The smell alone was enough to make my stomach twist. I stood outside Elias’s hospital room, my hands clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms.

This was my fault. I should have known that there was a reason Elias hadn't wanted to eat the cookies. Ethan was also allergic to milk.

My chest tightened.

“He’s going to be okay,” James said, but I wasn’t so sure if he was trying to reassure himself or me.

I laughed once, br
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