Blyss
When my eyes opened, I found Troy sitting next to a man in a pale blue suit. There was a little dark-haired girl on Troy’s lap and she was playing with his cell phone. He sat her on the chair and came to me. “Hey, pretty lady.” He brushed my hair back and kissed my cheek. “I love you.”
He took my hand and I gave a squeeze. “I love you too. I’m sorry …” His lips touched mine, stopping me from saying anything else.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s all understandable. I’m just glad you know now that I wasn’t the one who hurt you. And the man who did that is in jail. He’ll never see the outside world again; I promise you that.”
“When I was falling asleep, I overheard something about you and something about being critical. What was that all about?”
“There was an auto accident just down the stre
