The two of you were finally heading home—Addison’s coat wrapped tight around her, cheeks flushed, hair damp from melted snow.

“You’re freezing,” you said, bumping her arm gently. “I’ll survive,” she smiled. “But I’m stealing your blanket the second we walk in.”

You laughed, following her down the hospital steps.

Then—her heel slipped.

“No—Addie—!”

She fell hard, backward. The back of her head slammed against the icy concrete with a brutal crack.

Blood bloomed instantly.

And all you could do was scream her name.