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I don’t let him finish. Instead, my body propels me off the sofa, moving before I can think.

“You—” My voice cracks. “You guys are acting like she’s alreadygone! She could just need help, and we’re all just sitting around with our thumbs up our asses?”

They look at me like I’ve lost it, and maybe I have. But my mum died on impact. There was nothing I could do for her—butAllie?

“She needs me,” I say, the words coming out broken.

Without another word, I’m already heading for the door. My footsteps echo down the hall, and I don’t stop until I’m outside, racing toward my car. The second I slip into the driver’s seat, my phone vibrates with an incoming call.

I answer it quickly, fumbling with it in my shaking hands, and press it to my ear.

“Hello?” I answer, panic rising in my voice.

“Jax?”

The way Ana says my name, like she’s about to break, shatters something in me.

I don’t say anything, I just give her a minute to collect herself, trying so hard not to push her for answers when I’m sure her entire world’s been turned upside down.

“Y-you need to get here. Fast, please.”

Then her sobs echo through the speaker.

Chapter Thirty-One

Allie

There are two things they teach you in nursing school.

The first? How to deal with death.

It’s natural. Not to let it scare you.

Then they drill CPR into you, over and over, until it’s second nature. They tell you that if you see an accident, you'll want to stop and help.

It's who you are now. It's engraved in your blood.

But what happens when you’re the one who needs saving?

My eyes snap open, but I’m frozen. I can’t move.

All around me—shards of glass. Bent metal. Splatters of red decorate the ground.

“N-N-N—” I try to call for Nora, but the word catches in my throat, tangled in gasps.

I can’t turn my head. My eyes dart, searching for her.

“She’s awake!” a man shouts.

Jax?

God, I’m so tired.

“Allie!” Nora’s scream cuts through the fog, but I’m still stuck.

I need my babies.

I need Jax.