Hours Later
“Dami… please…le… le… mee …go.. lea…ve…. me… le’me help him… Dami… please… Dami…..”
Her voice was barely a whisper. Fragile. Broken. Like shattered glass trying to piece itself back together.
Even unconscious, her lips trembled with panic, her brows furrowed with a storm only she could see.
But she wasn’t calling out to the man sitting beside her.
She was calling out to someone else— HIM.
Her First.
The man to whom she gave her heart, body, and soul.
Mike sat frozen, her small hand swallowed in his larger one. He’d been sitting like that for hours— watching, waiting, listening— praying she’d wake up. But all he got were murmurs… fragments of a name he didn’t recognize.
Guilt gnawed at him, forcing him to despise himself for saying such words to her.
“Dami…”
There it
