"I'm coming too!"
"Us too!"
Within minutes, the private room that had been buzzing with noise was reduced to scattered glasses and empty chairs. Everyone was gone.
Samuel was the last to leave. He lingered at the door, worry etched across his face.
"Serena, you've had too much to drink tonight. Go home and get some rest. Want me to give you a ride?"
I pushed his hand away. "No."
I called a car of my own and headed to the hospital Carter always went to. Sure enough, I spotted him the moment I walked in.
Attentive. Devoted. Hovering at her side like she was the only person in the world.
He'd even fallen asleep at her bedside.
Mia leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. When she looked up and saw me, she froze.
The hospital corridor was cold and sterile.
Mia stepped out, her voice dripping with pitiful sincerity as she pleaded with me.
"Serena, I know you used to have feelings for Carter too, but he's already said it himself—he doesn't love you anymore."
"You've been clinging to him for so long. If you were really his true love, he would've married you ages ago. But clearly, that's not the case."
"Please, for old times' sake, just give us a little dignity."