Hailee's POV
I wasn't feeling okay.
My head was pounding, my body weak, and my vision blurry from exhaustion. The accident, the stress, the crying—all of it was catching up to me. My muscles ached, my eyes burned, and every heartbeat felt heavier than the last.
But I didn't let it show.
I just sat quietly in the armchair by the window of my boys' room, my hands clasped together, my eyes fixed on them.
Nathan, Callum, and Dane had all refused to leave, even though the night had fallen hours ago. Each of them would step out now and then to make a call, to speak with a nurse, or maybe to clear their heads—but they always came back. It was like none of us could fully let go, even when we didn't know how to be in the same room together anymore.
As for my boys, they hadn't said a single word to me. Not one.
