The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Eveline rushed out, panting softly. She’d run through the parking lot—from the free spot she found to park her car, through the hospital lobby, narrowly avoiding a man in a wheelchair and an IV hooked to his arm, barely making it into the elevator before it closed. She strode down the hallway, her steps brisk and impatient, a prayer at the back of her mind. “Please, don’t let him be dead. Please…he’s the only thing I have left.” Her phone had been buzzing nonstop since she left Lucien—the jerk’s house—and she had over twenty missed calls from Shane. She couldn’t handle it right now, the excuses he was bound to give her, the lies he’d force down her throat.After all, she hadn’t walked into the room or taken pictures as evidence. All she had was her word, and he was good at twisting them whenever they argued. Her father was more important. She turned down a corridor, her heart in her mouth. Nurse Belinda had told her, after the seco
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