age
Hazel's POV
The days crawled by like wounded animals. I threw myself into work with desperate intensity, spending every spare moment with my son and friends. Sleep had become my enemy, leaving me hollow-eyed and haunted. The mirror reflected a stranger with dark circles carved beneath her eyes like bruises.
Walking into my office that morning, I froze. A stunning arrangement of tulips sat on my small table, their vibrant petals catching the morning light. A card lay beside them, Liam's familiar handwriting flowing across the paper:
"I would die for you and I'm losing my mind without you. I would do anything to spare you this pain."
My breath caught in my throat. Then my gaze shifted to the other small table, and ice flooded my veins.
