71. FELIX YEATS (POV)

No, she can't be rememberingā€¦ not the day of the accident.

The irritating sound of Isabelleā€™s heart monitor fills my ears, each rapid beep hammering into me, reminding me that I need controlā€”I have to have itā€”because, for the first time, it feels like itā€™s slipping through my fingers.

My jaw tighten...

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