The Perfect Facade

DECLAN

Hospitals had a way of suffocating a person. The smell of antiseptic, the low hum of medical equipment, the sterile white walls—it all made my skin crawl. A place of waiting, uncertainty, and sometimes, death. It was ironic, really.

I had been waiting for Dominic to die from the moment I left him on that road.

I wasn’t stupid—I knew hitting someone with a car didn’t always guarantee a fatal