Dove awoke to find her father by her bed side. She was face down in the bed and as she lifted her head her father placed a gentle hand on her arm.
“Dove! You’re awake…praise the lord! Don’t try to move…ah…” Andre LaRue’s voice broke and tears spilled down his face.
“It’s okay, daddy…” Dove breathed out, moving her hand towards his face. He looked up and snatched her hand into both of his, kissing it as he sobbed.
“My poor girl…I’m so sorry…”
“It’s not your fault…I’ll be okay…”
Her father looked up at her distraught. “Your back...it’s…”
Dove grimaced. She knew… “I’m alive…it’s okay…where’s…?”
Andre looked up and brushed some hair from her face. “He saved you, he rang me and told me you were here…told me to look after you for him for a little while, he had things to do but he would be
