Nothing stirred inside me but cold revulsion.
"Police! Nobody move!"
Officers swarmed the room, pulling the enraged parents off the battered couple.
Caroline was a mess—hair a bird's nest, face swollen and streaked with mascara and tears.
Dominic looked worse. The dignified CEO of the Henson Group was in tatters. Bespoke suit ripped. Face bruised. Muddy footprints stamped across his white shirt.
The lead officer scowled. "Brawling in a hospital? All of you, down to the station. Now."
Dominic whispered something to Caroline, then grabbed my arm and dragged me into a quiet corner while his assistant brought them coats.
His eyes were dark. Dangerous pits.
"I'm going to settle with these parents financially," he hissed. "You will delete that video. It never sees the light of day again. Do you understand?"
I yanked my arm free.
"Are you delusional? They just watched it on a sixty-inch screen. The police have it. What exactly do you think deleting my copy will do?"
Dominic stepped closer. His voice dropped to a menacing growl.
"If you hadn't stood by and watched, none of this would have happened. You knew. You let her do it."
He jabbed a finger in my face.