Chapter Twenty-Two
“Daddy!”
He’s already awake when I enter the room, his face pale but eyes lively. “My good girl.”
I lean over the bed and wrap him in a hug, careful not to disturb the wires all around him. He smells like alcohol and soap, but he’s here—solid and alive. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”
“More than awake. I went for a walk today.”
“What? Seriously?”
He chuckles. “For all of five minutes in the hall. The nurse helped me.”
“That’s amazing. You’re going to be walking by yourself soon. I just know it.”
“Maybe so. I feel like Rip Van Winkle. I’ve been asleep for decades, it feels like. What’s happened with you? You look thin. Are you eating well?”
I haven’t eaten since Justin left my motel room two days ago. I kept up the facade in texts to Harper, not wanting her to worry
