Two days later
Emma opened her eyes when she heard the door to her room open and close. She blinked, not sure if she could trust what she saw.
“Dean?”
He was looking at her, his face soft. “Hey, Emma.”
“What – what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.”
She was quiet for a few seconds. “You know everything, don’t you?”
He walked over to the bed, sat on the chair next to her. “Yeah.”
Emma bit her lip as the tears welled. “I’m so sorry, Dean… I lied to you about so many things. You must be furious.”
“No,” he said. “I understand why you didn’t tell me you were a shrink that first night we met, Doctor Cartwright. I also get why you needed a break from what was going on in your life.” He slowly reached out and touched her hand. “I’m happy that you found some… some peace with me. Eve
