I want her mine.
I’ll make mistakes again, I’ll get things wrong, but for her, I’ll try to be better.
There is no version of my future that doesn’t have Piper in it, and I refuse to exist in a world where she’s gone.
So she has to be okay.
She has to be.
I pace the corridor until I think I might wear a hole through the bloody floor.
My phone vibrates in my pocket.
I pull it out and find a message from Ido.
A thumbs up.
Typical.
A second message follows moments later.
A set of coordinates.
Ido: Target secured.
Good.
One problem contained, and a thousand more waiting for me.
I drop into a chair and stare at the clock on the wall.
Minutes crawl by.
Then hours.
And still no one comes.
Three hours.
Four.
And why the fuck is it taking so long?
What are they doing to her in there?
Four and a half hours later, the door finally opens and a man in scrubs steps into the corridor.
I’m on my feet before he reaches me.
“Mr Wardgrave,” he says, glancing around. “Her family...”
“You’re looking at it.”
The doctor hesitates.
“Sir, I—”
“Speak.”
