Chapter 36: I Want to Hold You“They’re coming,” Jackson said, hanging up his phone.
It was just after ten in the morning.
He helped me get out of bed again, and I walked to the door of my room and stood just outside, thinking Noah would be less traumatized if he saw me standing up and looking reasonably alive. All things considered, I felt good. My ribs throbbed with a pain that was both dull and sharp somehow. My face hurt. The broken bones in my arm ached. But I was very much alive and anxious to see my boy—anxious to hold him, kiss him, do some loving on him to let him know everything was all right.
I heard their footsteps down the hall as they turned the corner and emerged into my hallway.
“Daddy!” Noah exclaimed when he caught sight of me.
He stopped in his tracks.
Come here, sw
