Chapter 100 Who Shot Him?

• The world felt like it had gone silent. The gunshots, the chaos—it all faded into the background. All that mattered was Hailey.
• I watched her, her body trembling in my arms, blood staining my clothes, her breathing ragged. The weight of her in my arms felt heavier than the world itself. Every second that ticked by without her fully conscious felt like a hammer striking my chest.
• I couldn’t lose her. Not like this. Not now.