Anastasia’s POV:
Lucas came back from the doctor looking like a man who had been handed good news and bad news simultaneously and was still deciding which one to feel first.
Victoria was stable. No internal bleeding. Two fractured ribs and a concussion that the doctors were monitoring carefully but the prognosis was good and she was conscious and asking for Lucas with the particular insistence of a woman who had something to say and was not going to let a hospital bed stop her from saying it.
He told me all of this standing in the corridor outside her room with the envelope still in his jacket pocket and his hand pressed flat against it like he could read what was inside through the fabric if he pressed hard enough.
“She wants to see you too,” he said.
I looked at him.
“Me specifical
