Chapter Seventeen

Savannah

The hospital never really sleeps, but there’s a particular kind of noise that settles in during the middle of a shift, a constant hum that crawls under your skin and stays there. Monitors beep in uneven rhythms, carts rattle past, voices overlap, and echo down hallways that always feel a little too bright and a little too narrow.

I’m charting at the nurses' station when my phone buzzes in