CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Visiting hours were over, but the second Trish saw me standing by his door, she spoke with the officer outside, and he let me in alone and closed the door behind me. Elliott was the only one in the room and asleep on one of the beds. He had a black eye and a swollen jaw, though it was mostly covered with the beginnings of a beard. His most severe bruises were burns at his wrist where he must have been tied.
But he was alive, I reminded myself. He would recover.
As quietly as I could, I lifted the plastic chair in the room and placed it close to his bedside.
Sitting down, I gently placed my hand over his and closed my eyes. Oh, how I missed his touch. I missed him.
“Gia,” Elliott whispered. I looked into his blue eyes, and my heart filled up.
“They found you… you hurt?
