“Is she breathing?”

“She’s unresponsive with severe head trauma,” Nurse Foster answered.

“Dr.

Rachel Miller has her in trauma room three right now.”

Paige showed up in the open doorway of my office with her overcoat half on, her eyes going wide when she saw the broken glass on the floor.

“Lucas?” she asked, her voice quick and sharp.

“What happened?”

I pulled my glove back over my wedding ring, my voice sinking an octave into a low, clipped rasp.