Late in the evening, Landon got another visitor. Nina. A uniformed police officer came pushing her into Landon’s room in a wheelchair. Her lower right leg was in an orthopedic boot and her wrist was wrapped in an ace bandage with a splint. The bruises on her face were somehow more obvious in the fluorescent lighting of the hospital room. She wore a hospital gown and a thin cotton bathrobe.
“Thank you,” said Nina to the officer. “Could you give us a little while alone, please?”
“I’ll be outside the door,” said the officer and left.
“Are you okay?” asked Landon. Even though he knew what Trey had said, he wanted to hear it from Nina.
“I will be.” She gripped the wheels of the wheelchair and grimaced as she moved herself close enough to the bed to take Landon’s hand.
“Your wrist…” He rubb
