This was all her fault. If she hadn’t been messing around with Adam, she could have been there to stop this from happening. Now her daughter was paying the price. If Cassie died, she didn’t think she could ever forgive herself. She sat on the edge of her chair in the visitor area, her right leg bouncing up and down and her fingernails chewed down to the quick. Her stare was locked on the double doors leading to the surgical unit where they’d taken her daughter. All the while Adam stayed by her side, holding her hand, giving her coffee, and continuously checking with the desk at the end of the hall to see if there was any news. At last, the trauma surgeon came out to inform them that the operation was complete and they’d moved Cassie to the intensive care unit. According to the surgeon, her vitals were stable, but the next couple days would be touch and go. They’d taken out her spleen and one of her kidneys, and her liver was badly damaged. The break in her left leg was so severe they had to use rods and screws to put it back together.
