Thirty-four“I owe my life to you, girl, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”
The purple bruising on Misty May’s neck was more pronounced today, and Lani suspected it would darken and look much worse in coming days.
Despite this, she giggled, close to light-headed with relief as she sat at Misty’s hospital bedside the day after the attack.
“I’m glad you’re glad. It would be dreadful to go to such lengths and then find the person didn’t want to live.”
Misty fiddled with the top bedsheet. Lani leaned over and patted her arm. “You never know. You mightn’t have wanted to be saved!”
She attempted a weak laugh but Misty did not join in.
“Oh, sorry. Bad taste, I know. But it wasn’t all me. I hate to think where you’d be now if Mr. Laurent hadn’t hit Cyrus with that poker. That was a
