The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 261

Josh screamed from the sidelines. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to beat the useless doctor to death.

He was the one responsible for all of this!

The Professor was dead. Diego was dead. And now, Josh was forced to stand by and watch Sloane's life slip away right in front of him.

And he was entirely powerless to stop it.

“Dr. Foster, what do we do? How is she?!” Wyatt demanded frantically.

“Should we rush her to the station?” Cassandra glanced at the helicopter parked on the ice nearby, the words tumbling out of her. “I can fly David's chopper.”

But Garrison couldn't hear any of them.

His world had fallen into a terrifying silence. Every sound had faded away, as if someone had hit the mute button on reality and locked him in a soundproof room.

The only thing he could hear was the faint, fading breath of the woman in his arms.

It was so incredibly soft, slipping further away, like she was walking down an endless road. He was screaming for her from behind, but she wouldn't look back.

This time, she truly wasn't going to turn back.

She didn't want him anymore.

Moving like a soulless puppet, Garrison mechanically reached for a thermal blanket from the first-aid kit and shook it open.

He wrapped it around Sloane, tucking it carefully from her shoulders down to her ankles with agonizing gentleness.

The stark white foil caught the first golden rays of the polar sunrise, the light piercing Garrison's eyes.

For a fleeting second, the brilliant white reminded him of a wedding dress.

But... what had Sloane actually looked like in her gown on their wedding day?

He couldn't remember.

Perhaps he had never even paid attention.

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