Jamie and Dillon stood outside the door to Ash’s room. Jamie hoped he’d washed the confusion off his face so Ash couldn’t see it. The last thing Ash needed right now was to be dragged back into this mess.
Dillon knocked on the door. They heard a weak, gravely “Come in,” and entered the room.
Ash was lying in bed wearing a hospital gown and a manufactured smile. He looked like pure hell, but he was alive, and that’s all Jamie cared about.
Ash had been victimized by Ben, and for some reason, Jamie felt responsible. If he’d been able to love Ben back, maybe Ash never would have been involved.
Ash broke him out of his morbid thoughts. He motioned to a couple of bedside chairs. “Sit down.”
Dillon took the chair closest to the wall, leaving Jamie to sit directly facing Ash. Jamie had a fee
