As soon as I watch him storm off into the elevator and completely disappear, I turn my attention back to the room across the floor from me and focus on that lifeless, sleeping body. She’s twenty feet away at the least, maybe more, but these glass walls, although thick, don’t keep the sound out. The low beep, beep, and swish of her life support machine are humming and repeating subtly in the air now that asshole has gone, and the place is almost silent once more. I lean forward until my palms touch the glass, only this time softly, and press my forehead to it so I can steady my...