Tonia's POV
My legs carried me through the hospital corridors without conscious thought. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I pushed through the exit doors into the cool night air. The parking lot stretched before me, a maze of vehicles under harsh fluorescent lights.
I stumbled toward where my car should have been, then stopped dead. The space was empty. Of course. I had arranged for someone to drive it home hours ago, back when I thought I would be leaving with Kermit after our dinner. Back when my biggest worry was whether he would actually show up.
Now four people were dead, and everyone believed it was my fault.
A sob escaped my throat as I turned toward the main road. I needed to get home. A taxi would have to do. My vision blurred with fresh tears, and I wiped at my eyes frantically. The last thing I needed was to walk into traffic because I couldn't see straight.
"Tonia."
The voice made me freeze. Strong hands gripped my shoulders, steadying me as I swayed on my feet.
