Nobody needed to fill the silence. Fancy was either still meant for this world, or she was leaving it along with my old man.
My gut knew the latter was more likely. The doctors had prepared me for it. I’d seen her deteriorate so quickly I was scared to turn away for fear she’d be gone when I looked back.
I still refused to believe it though.
“Stubborn jackass,” Hawk muttered. But he didn’t try to convince me again. He knew it was a losing battle. “I’m gonna go get us some coffee and some food, ‘cause you smell worse than the floor of Psychos, and your face is fucking gaunt.”
“That’s a big word for you,” I replied without any of my usual amusement. Hawk and I had been insulting each other for years. It was our love language, and an instinct, but I couldn’t find the humor in it today.
Hawk clearly wasn’t feeling it either. “I’ll be back.”
I nodded, fighting off a surge of exhaustion and the desire to lay my head down on the bed and rest. Instead, I watched him walk out the door and then focused on every other person walking by, just so I had something to do. Two doctors in white coats who were probably young enough to still be in diapers. A dozen nurses in their green scrubs, scurrying around like worker bees. Not one of them walked at a pace any slower than an easy jog.
A flash of auburn caught my eye, snagging my attention.
I’d only seen that specific color on a woman just two other times. “Hey!”
The woman stopped in her tracks and raised her head, glancing in my direction.
It was her. The stunner from Psychos the other night who’d been hanging out with Nash. The same woman I’d noticed at the police station the other day when I’d been there paying off one of their officers. Fuck, she was a sweet little thing with her unusual-colored hair and pretty eyes.
“You remember me?” I asked, sitting up straighter.
She glanced around, like I might have been talking to someone else, but when there was clearly no one else around, she stepped forward into the doorway of my mother’s room. “War, right?” Her gaze fell on my mother. “Oh no. Is this your mother?”
I had to look away from the sympathy on her face in order to answer her. “Yeah.”
“She was in the car with your father when…” She bit her fat bottom lip, white teeth pressing into the juicy pink pillow.
I swallowed thickly. “When someone put a bullet in his head. She was in the passenger seat. The car went over the cliff at Saint View Point.”
Bliss covered her mouth with her hand and took another step into the room. “That’s…I don’t even know what to say. Like something out of a movie. That stuff doesn’t happen around here.”
I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Sweetheart, that shit happens around here all the time. You just don’t hear about it on the six o’clock news, because people from Saint View ain’t all upper-class white assholes in suits and expensive cars. You sure you’re Axel’s sister?”
Pink bloomed on her cheeks. “That sounded really na?ve, didn’t it? I swear, I’m not.”
I shook my head. “If that shit hasn’t touched you, then you’re lucky. ‘Cause I wouldn’t wish all of this…” I nodded toward my mom. “On anyone.”
Her blue-eyed gaze rolled over me, and damn if I didn’t like it, even though there was no heat or desire behind it. It dropped to my mother once more and then the empty seat on her side of the bed.
“You want to sit for a minute?” I asked her.
“Oh no. I should…” She paused, thinking her excuses over. “Actually, I have nowhere to be. I kinda just got fired.”
“How does someone kinda get fired?”
She slumped down in the seat opposite me, my mother in her bed between us. “Okay, fine. I actually got fired. Just now, in the hospital corridor. I’m still processing that I don’t have to go wipe snotty noses and change diapers for the rest of the day.”
I made a face. “Sounds like a shit job anyway.”
A hint of a smile pulled up the corner of her mouth. “I didn’t mind it.”
“Puts you in good stead for owning Psychos then. Plenty of piss and vomit to clean there, I’d think. Or worse, cum on the nights they have parties.”
She grimaced. “You aren’t making bar and sex club ownership sound appealing.”
I chuckled. “Good coin though?”
She nodded. “That’s what they tell me.”