Pepper
Rhett fell asleep, with his right leg still hanging off the bed, and a tiny bit of blanket covering his lap. I elevated his leg, fluffing some pillows underneath it. His snoring was loud, and I pulled the blanket over him more. Poor thing, this must all be exhausting. I can’t imagine how frightening it must’ve been to wake up here, with his injuries so bad.
I wiped my eyes and fought away tears. But seeing how he’d looked at me when he came into the kitchen torn into me. His eyes were wild and filled with terror and pain.
He didn’t remember either of the times when he woke up, nor did he remember me, or whatever happened to him. Dread filled my belly as I remember him interrogating me when he’d woken up. I tried to be gentle and understand that this must be difficult for him. It
