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Prologue

Tuscaloosa, Alabama

Present Day…

I sprinted down the hospital hallways, panting,in my chest

Fiverong with Mol, and God, I felt sick at the way I’d left things between us Everyone talks about never leaving arguments on a bad note just in case one of you never coht of never seeing ret

My feet faltered as I rippedbad happened? What if the surgery hadn’t been a success after all? What if soht? And I left her on her own, got pissed at her depression and left her on her fking own, alone with only her dark thoughts for company

Forfeiting the busy elevator, I climbed the stairs two at a time, all the way to the fourth floor, practically sh the entrance to the ward, and sprinted to Mol’s roo and heard et to my Mol, to see with my oo eyes that she was okay

The door to her roo open, the wood sainst the wall My blood froze in my veins as I stared at the e of Lysol, and her packed bag gone

My hands began to tremble and my heart seemed to stop

No! No, no, no, no… she couldn’t be…

Stu backward on shaky feet,out,the floor a second later with a dull thud

“Roetwas hazy, stilted

A hand pressed fir me out of my stupor

“Romeo?”

I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak

“Mr Prince!”

Looking up, I saw Marnie, Molly’s nurse, standing abovedown at me with a worried expression

“Where—” I cleared ed throat “Where is she? What happened?”

Marnie’s face blanched “Oh, no, darlin’! You think…? No, no! Molly is fine She’s fine”

My heart lurched back to life at her words “What?” I whispered, needing to hear her again

“Molly is fine, but…” Her eyes softened and dimmed with sadness

“But what?” I dean to click with nerves “Christ, Marnie! But what?” I snapped more forcefully