Chapter 128. Drawing the Line

Tristan's POV

I sat in the waiting area, the cold plastic chair beneath me offering no comfort. My hands were clasped tightly, my knuckles were white, as I stared blankly ahead, lost in thought. David had been allowed to see Elona first. I understood, he was her father, after all. But a part of me ached to be by her side, to reassure myself that she was truly okay.

Cris approached, her footsteps soft against the floor as she came from the bathroom. She sat beside me, her presence a balm to my frayed nerves. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," she replied, looking ahead of her, "I've informed Spooky about her. He's worried, and he's worried about you." 

I nodded. There was a pause before I spoke. "Earlier, I saw you and David... you seemed close," Cris broke Spooky's heart, and I'm