Chapter Eleven

Rosaleen, Aiden — Present day, 25 years old


Aiden’s heart was pounding, his eyes were watery, and he did his best to stay focused while he ran out of his car and into the hospital. When he arrived at the help desk, he stopped for a moment, completely out of breath.

“Hi, a patient named Rosaleen Sing was just admitted, I need to know where she is.”

The nurse looked at Aiden.

“Are you family?”

“I’m the emergency contact.”

The nurse nodded and tapped on the keyboard.

“Please, Mr. Carter, sit down. The Doctor will come see you.”

Aiden wanted to get mad at the nurse and ask her where Rosaleen was, but he decided against it, there was no need anyway. He walked to the waiting area and sat down. He put his elbows on his knees and his head between his hands.

“Damn it.”


“What did you just say?”

Rosaleen was shaking as Lucas was slowly standing up. He walked closer to her, stopping right in front of her.

“Surely I must have misunderstood.”


“Mr. Carter?”

Aiden looked up.

“Yes.”

“I’m Doctor Finley, I’m in charge of Ms. Sing.”

“How is she?”

The Doctor sighed.

“She will be okay. But she is highly sedated right now, due to her injuries being too important. The recovery will be long.”

Aiden’s heart sank and he frowned.

“What happened?”

“A neighbor called the police, apparently Ms. Sing was b