RORY
The doctor clears Carter to leave.
He says there are no signs of complications, no excessive bleeding, no signs of an infection or nerve damage and that his vitals are perfectly normal. The amount of relief I feel when he gives us the news is astronomical, like lead weights have been lifted off my shoulder.
I’m waiting in the car my dad has called for us while him and Carter talk. It’s the same car from earlier with the same driver who may or may not have heard—or seen—Carter and I having s*x. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I think of it. I couldn’t look at him just now when he’d opened the door for me, for fear that I’d take one look at him and see the confirmation that he had seen us all over his face.
A text message pops into my phone and I glance down at it as the scr
