Johnathon POV
It's strange to wheel into your own wake as though you've risen from the grave, but in a sense, that was what I had done. Nobody had expected to see me, let alone hear me as I sat in my wheelchair in the back of the crowd, Knox standing beside me with a triumphant look on his face. I owed the Grants everything. Without them, I would not be standing here alive today. My mind flashed back to that awful day, when I thought it was finally over, when I thought I had lost everything and came so close, only to be saved by somebody I never thought would intervene let alone care enough to bring me back from the dead.
"I'm sorry Johnathon but I can't have you surviving" Charlotte's voice had been a low murmur as she pretended to fluff my pillows. I could feel her movements and sense
