James Sinclair
I watched Olivia leave the hospital room, her words still ringing in my ears: I’m resigning.
My heart dropped into my stomach, and the moment the door clicked shut behind her, a sharp pain shot through me.
No. No, she wasn’t leaving. She couldn’t.
I tried to push myself up from the bed, the ache in my body from the burns flaring up immediately, but I ignored it. I had to stop her. I couldn’t just lie here and let her walk out of my life. Not like this. My legs wobbled as I swung them over the side of the bed, and just as I tried to stand, Boyd was at my side, his hand gripping my shoulder firmly.
“Take it easy, Sir. You can’t be moving around like this,” he said.
“Get your damn hands off me,” I snapped, shrugging him off with more force th……
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