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I know it.

“No,” Storm answers.

“Is there anyone else with motive to hurt Lennon?”

I turn to him, shaking my head and force out through gritted teeth, “No.”

“Okay,” Max says with a nod. “Is there anyone with motive to hurt you?”

I stop.

What?

“Come on, man,” Kodiak says, shaking his head. “You know there is always someone with motive to hurt one of us.”

My head spins.

Did I do this to her?

Is Lennon lying in a hospital bed right now because of me?

“But can you think of anyone specifically?” Max asks and I shake my head.

No.

There is no one.

There can’t be.

“I’ll give you a rundown of our current cases but we haven’t come up with a solid lead,” Storm says and he and Max move away from the group, continuing to talk in low tones.

I don’t care.

Let them keep debating.

I already know who did this.

“Mr. Kelley?”

I turn towards the entrance of the waiting room. A petite woman is standing there in lime green scrubs and a folder in her hand. She offers me a kind smile.

“I’ll take you to Miss Scott’s room now.”

I nod and follow behind her as she walks out of the waiting room into the bigger part of the hospital. The walk to the elevator and the ride up to the fourth floor is a blur. Steady beeping fills my ears as I follow behind the nurse down a long hallway of rooms, the smell of disinfectant overpowering anything else.

She stops next to a room and I take a deep breath as I walk past her.

Lennon is lying in the middle of the large bed, her body covered in so many goddamn bruises and it feels like my knees might give out on me as my vision narrows.

Fuck.

She looks so damn small.

So fucking broken.

My feet move, shuffling toward the bed, without any instruction from me and I sink into the chair at her side. My chest feels tight and my heart hammers in my ears.

I need…