e in the middl

my breath. I was standing in a glass-walled conference room, presentin

d impatience. I gripped the edge of the polished mahogany table, trying to anc

d to say, my voice ti

. In the quiet of the hallway, I pulled out my phone. My fingers trembled as

ground was loud, filled with the sounds

right now," he said, his

ed, leaning against the wall. "The

tone was dismissive. "You're probably just ha

s bad, Ethan. I think..

r a woman's voice in the backg

to a harsh whisper. "Liam is about to get his 'Star Camper' award.

n's high school sweetheart, his perfect "one

aking me dizzy. "I'm scared. I need y

time I try to do something for Liam. You're just trying t

e didn't believe me. He thought this was a ga

started, but

ck later. Don't r

hun

, at the black screen reflecting my own pale, terrified face. He was at a summer camp

ss pooling around me on the cold marble floor. A warm g

A lot

ts later. The next hours were a blur of ambulance lights, hospital

ness. The constant, subtle flutter in my belly was g

to say the words

as gone. H

I didn't cry. The pain was too deep for tears. It

ft, gentle voice about options. I listened withou

thorization,"

teady. I signed my name, Chloe Davis, o

nd empty. "Can you have them sent to

his offic

r straight in the eye, "ca

ked, confused.

st write one thing on it: