Sins of the Mother

Don's POV.

The hospital smelled of antiseptic and despair, a scent I hated but couldn’t escape. My steps were quick, my mind reeling as I navigated the stark white halls. Room 307. That was where they said Dominic was. When I pushed the door open, the sight of him hit me like a freight train.

He lay there, barely recognizable, his face swollen and bruised in shades of purple and red. His right eye