Thankfully, the needle hadn't gone in yet.
The door burst open with a loud bang, and every head in the room snapped toward the entrance.
My mom stiffened.
The color drained from her face so fast it scared me.
"Y–you…" she whispered, her voice shaking. "How did you get here?"
Nicholas didn't hesitate.
He crossed the room in long strides and lifted her into his arms like she weighed nothing at all. The way he held her tight, protective, final sent a strange pressure through the air. It was instinctive. Possessive. Like someone reclaiming what had always been theirs.
For a split second, it looked unreal. Like one of those dramatic romance scenes people laughed at online. Powerful man storms in. Takes the woman away.
Only this wasn't fiction.
And I was left behind, standing awkwardly among stunned doctors and half-finished preparations.
