Chapter Forty-Eight

Beckett

The hospital is warm, but I still feel cold. Might just be in my bones now. Might be something that isn’t gonna go away for a while. I’m sitting in one of those plastic chairs beside the bed. The kind that digs into your back no matter how you move. I’ve been here for hours. I haven’t slept. I don’t care.

Harlow’s asleep. Real sleep this time. Not the fading in and out from shock. Not the