Chapter 45. For What Might Be the Last Time

About a week later, Hayden wheeled out of their bedroom where he had been making some calls. He looked at them; Beck and Myla curled up together on the couch watching a movie, Beck’s head in her lap. While Jared was sitting on a sofa, playing games on his tablet.

“I am going in for the surgery tomorrow by noon,” Hayden said flatly, as if saying it long enough would make time feel organized. “All the surgeons have finally flown in.”

“No.” Myla snapped, looking at him, her voice small and sharp at once. “No. You don’t say ‘tomorrow’ like that… like you’re talking about a dinner date or something. And expect us not to panic.”

Beck sat up, jaw tight. “We knew it was coming, but we didn’t think they would be that fast about it, though.” His eyes never left Hayden. “Who’s operating?”

“I’ve told you, all of them are the best the field could offer,” Hayden said, scrolling through his phone nonchalantly. Trying to hide the fact that he was shaken, too. “The surgeons