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The next day flew by at warp speed. While we were waiting to be released from the hospital that morning, I stopped by T’s room to check on him. He was sound asleep, hooked up to more beeping gadgets and tubes. But he had one addition to his bed. A little fairy.
At least that’s what I thought Emmy looked like, cuddled up next to the tattooed giant. Her waist had to be the same width as his bicep that she rested her head against.
I stepped quietly to the door to leave.
“Mars?” Emmy croaked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
“Go back to sleep,” I said. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I’m sorry for doubting you before.”
“You didn’t know.”
“But I should have,” she said. “I’m really sorry.”
“Then I forgive you,” I said. “Brett and I are leaving for Houston today. Update me on T, will you
