Noah nodded, took out his phone, and contacted an attorney at the firm that worked with the Center.
He didn't ask a single unnecessary question. He gave me exactly the space I needed.
Before long, someone knocked softly on the door.
A nurse wheeled in a meal cart and set down a bowl of warm oatmeal with applesauce. She smiled. "The doctor said you can only have soft food since you've just woken up. The kitchen made this especially for you. Eat while it's warm."
Not long after the nurse left, Ryan began knocking frantically outside.
Without waiting for an answer, he pushed open the door and barged in, exhaustion and remorse covering his face.
He hurried to my bedside and reached for my hand.
"Mia, I was wrong. I must've lost my mind to say those horrible things. Please forgive me."
