Chapter Thirty-Six
Daphne
A few days later, Flynn winced as he turned to reach for his T-shirt resting on the bathroom counter. My heart gave a little squeeze in response. He was healing, but he was being a man about it and trying to pretend he was fine all the time.
My eyes traveled over the fading bruises on his side, and a shaft of fear pierced me. Not for this moment, but a memory of the moment when we got the call about the accident and the hours waiting at the hospital.
I learned this when Brandon became sick and died, but it was strange how moments could bring shocking clarity. I’d already acknowledged my love for Flynn, but I’d tricked myself into thinking I would be okay without him. The moment I wondered if his life was in danger, the urgency of my feelings became paramount.
