LAINE
My heart hurts and I feel sick.
“You’re so kind…”
He takes Ted from my arms and finds his missing leg. My poor, poor Ted. His battered body breaks my heart. My voice is choked up as I ask Nick the question.
“Do you think you can save him?”
“I’ll give it my very best shot,” he tells me, and I believe him. He looks around my bedroom. “There’s nothing else worth saving,” he says. “I’m sorry, Laine, we’ll have to get new.”
“But I don’t…” I cough to hide the embarrassment. “I don’t have any money… not enough… not even if I did have my purse…”
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
But I am. I am worried about that. He’s done far too much already, and I tell him so. I tell him I can’t take any more from him, that he hardly even knows me, but he waves his hand, won’t hear any of it.
