71. FELIX YEATS (POV)

No, she can't be remembering… not the day of the accident.

The irritating sound of Isabelle’s heart monitor fills my ears, each rapid beep hammering into me, reminding me that I need control—I have to have it—because, for the first time, it feels like it’s slipping through my fingers.

My jaw tighten...

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