Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 82

Just as she was about to dial, her fingers froze midair. A moment of clarity hit her, and she tossed her phone back into her bag.

Amelia, he’s not your safety net anymore. Whatever happens, you’re on your own now—today, tomorrow, always.

When Amelia arrived in a rush, Sophia had already been wheeled into surgery.

It was as if someone had pulled the plug on her strength; she collapsed onto a metal bench, the cold biting through her thin coat in an instant.

Hospitals were always lonelier at night. Sitting alone on that bench, anxiety and fear crept in from every shadowy corner.

Amelia slowly drew her knees up, feet perched on the edge of the seat. She hugged her legs close, curling into herself as if that might give her some small measure of warmth.

Two hours crawled by before Sophia was rolled out of surgery, still numb from the anesthesia. Amelia settled her comfortably, then immediately called for a nurse’s aide. When she returned to the room after the call, Sophia was awake, blinking groggily at the ceiling.

Amelia caught sight of Sophia’s left hand, wrapped thickly in bandages, and the tears she’d been holding back all night spilled over in an instant.

“Hey, what’s with the waterworks?” Sophia’s voice was a pale echo of her usual, booming self. “Guess I’m not done for yet. Maybe this means my luck’s finally turning around. Seriously, don’t cry. Be good, okay?”

Amelia grabbed a tissue, wiping her face. “What happened? You weren’t drinking. How did you end up driving into the river?”

If Sophia hadn’t just come out of surgery, she would have jumped right up to scold her. Instead, she just sighed. “Don’t get me started. Some lunatic crashed into me. I got lucky, honestly—my car flew off the bridge after skidding for a while. If I’d gone over any sooner, either the water would’ve drowned me or the crash would’ve finished me off.”

Sophia said it lightly, but Amelia knew the truth. Life and death had balanced on a knife’s edge tonight. One more jolt, a sharper angle, and Sophia might not have made it out alive.

Before long, an officer from traffic control came by to get a statement. Sophia was still weak; as soon as the officer left, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Maybe it was just her nerves, but the name “Scott” made her freeze for a heartbeat. Then she turned and quietly followed him.

The man stopped in a secluded spot by the flowerbeds.

“No, she’s not in any danger. Just a fractured hand, that’s all. Yes… yes, I understand.”

Amelia’s mind buzzed with shock.

Scott? Violet?

A broken hand—just like Sophia’s.