Regret Came Too Late

Grace had expected Ethan to come out soon, but by the time she saw him again, three hours had slipped by. He looked awful. His face was so pale that it made his lips seem unnaturally red.

Simon hovered beside him, frantic. "Where are your meds? The meds!"

Ethan waved him off weakly, his nose beaded with sweat.

Grace took in the scene, her mind blanking. She rushed to the car, fumbling to find his medication, except she had no idea what she was even looking for.

Before she could search any further, Simon shoved her aside. "Move! You're just wasting time."

He sounded harsh. He searched the car and quickly pulled out a white pill bottle. He tapped out a pill and held it to Ethan's lips.

Anyone could see how close they were. Simon's hands trembled, his fear so raw it looked like he'd go down if Ethan did. But Ethan only turned his head to the side, his eyes hollow with exhaustion.

Simon snapped. "Just take it! What are you waiting for?"

Grace's stomach lurched. If Ethan crashed on her watch, the Hendersons would have her head. She'd disappear without a trace.

do you need? Just say the word,

meeting his gaze. His eyes were bloodshot-the kind that came from too many sleepless nights. Desperation took

Henderson, you look

where their hands met. Grace hadn't even noticed in her

exploded. "Get your damn hands off him! Who the hell do

she nearly hit the ground. Only then did she realize she had crossed

doesn't mean you can slither your way to Ethan.

doesn't

unmistakable. But the moment the words left his mouth,

beading at his

wheelchair toward the car. "Let's get you

Grace hurried after them.

was about to tear into her again, but Ethan stopped him. "Let

tongue. He took the wheel, leaving Grace in

two more pills. "Mr. Henderson,