21
The burst of activity in my room startled me out of my stupor and silent pleading for a sign from Daniel. My mother and Trent hurried to my bedside.
“Darling, are you all right?” My mother did her best to sound concerned. I’m sure on some instinctive level she did care, but her newly acquired warmhearted sentiment sounded false.
Trent circled to the far side of the bed and immediately engulfed my hand within his own. Normally, this type of attention from him would send my heart into spastic palpitations. As it was, I found myself wishing that Daniel could be the one here with me.
“That mint green gown makes you look so washed out.” My mother’s critical observation proved that the woman I had grown up with hadn’t truly changed. “Green has never been your color,” she mumbled almost to
