Rory woke from a doze and sensed someone sitting by his bed. Opening his eyes he had to blink a few times before the image of Tonya resolved itself.
“Uh, hi,” she said, shifting in the seat. “I know I’m probably the last person you’d wanna see right now, but I need to tell you a few things that should, uh, well…”
“Yes?” She was indeed the last person he wanted to see. Or maybe that’d be Zane. However, Rory was proud of himself for not snapping out the word, or screaming it or pressing the nurse call bell to get Tonya ejected. He stiffened. Had she come to gloat? Say how she’d stolen Zane from him by trapping him with a pregnancy? He tried to relax. He was being stupid.
“It’s okay. Honestly.” She gave Rory’s hand a brief squeeze.
Rory stared at her but didn’t speak. How could it be okay
