Chapter 13: CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HENDRIX’S POV The bright fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor burned into my eyes as I paced back and forth with my hands buried deep in my pockets. The smell of disinfectant and antiseptic clung to the air…it was sharp, cold, and too clean. I’d been waiting for what felt like hours, my mind spinning in circles. Trisha’s face flashed in my head every few seconds her smile, her laugh, her stubborn silence. Then it would switch to the moment my ex collapsed right in front...