Chapter 39
Andi couldn't find the strength to sit up. She didn't want to break contact with Scott's hand, which was cupping her head. His shallow, labored breathing let her know he'd dozed off again.
She was so angry she was sure she could have picked up the hospital bed and chucked it across the room, but she'd weighed that against having this moment with him, which might be his last. Or one of them.
The pressure in her chest grew, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, but also showed her a very tiny bit of what Scott must be feeling and going through. Cupping his hand, she gently lifted it from her head and laid it on his stomach. She eased back and stood up. They'd talked on and off. More off than on, he hadn't had the strength, but he had told her a few things. Not enough to rea
