“Where is he? Ricky promised to bring Justin here. I miss him.” Her voice was like a crystal bell.
“I’m sure he misses you too,” Tuason said so smoothly, she almost believed herself. She looked at the nurse pointedly as though willing her not to say anything about the new loveteam, Julyen.
“Is Justin coming?”
Reluctantly, Tuason shrugged. “Sorry, Amanda, I have no idea.”
Disappointment drained Amanda of color and sucked the air out of her. She slumped deeper into the wheelchair like a crumpled ragdoll with dead pools for eyes. “Tell me about the two of you.”
She hugged herself, thin shoulders twitching.
“It’s okay, you can tell us,” Tuason sounded sympathetic.
Amanda swallowed, then took a deep breath. “There should have been three of us.” She bit her lip. “We would have been happy.
