Daphne’s POV

I stormed into the room in hopes to hear any progress from the doctor. I’d long discarded the faintest hope in things, however right now? I’d summoned all the hope that there was in the world that Amelia was okay.

She got hurt because of me. She was in this agonising and grotesque sight because of me. I’d be damned not to dream, not to hope.

“Is she okay, doctor?” I asked as I went around the bed to caress her once sweet and smooth face. Her eyes were draped with a white gauge.

“How’s she?” I stood up and faced him. Padding across to where he stood...