“How is he?” Marci asked, sitting at the edge of the seat, my eyes taking the room seeing even Emma staring at me waiting for a report.
“He is awake, uhm, he looked a bit pale and I guess he is in a bit of pain but he looks okay, alive anyway.” I said back, ashamed I knew absolutely nothing about how his health was holding or about anything for that matter. All the questions I had planned to ask him were not asked. What had we done? Well, he had told me he loved me, told me he wanted me yet I am sure he regretted it all at that point.
I ran a hand through my hair, looking up at the three people who were expecting more information from me, information I did not have.
I took up my spoon and ate my pie in peace as if that was possible. Peace was something I knew nothing of, my m
