Eighteen

I followed after him, trying to ignore the crippling anxiety that nagged my entire being. I was limping, in pain, and tired, but I didn't stop following after him. He didn't even turn to see how I was faring and I rolled my eyes, recalling how he'd given everyone the wrong impression he cared. Something told me I wasn't going to like what he would show me but I followed him regardless.

The driver from before was waiting for us, this time in a red Lamborghini that looked so out of place in this dreary hospital. People were watching from all over, some even peering from their windows to see us. I was self-conscious, but the quicker I got out of there, the better it would be for everyone.

"Hello, my lady," the driver said to me as the back door opened automatically. I smiled at him in response and got in, sitting as close to the door and far away from Davis as I could.

I closed my eyes as we drove out of the hospital, the image of Kayden in his bed with a blank look haunting me. He nee