The hospital room fell into a silence that stretched for several long seconds. Iris sat frozen, every argument she had rehearsed in her head wiped clean. 'Resign and come back to New York?' A dull ache started in her chest. A voice in her head warned her not to agree, not to do it.
Lucas watched her. His fingers curled slightly against the bedsheet. He could admit his own baseness. He was no better than anyone else. No one who had lost something and then found it again could simply watch the person they loved walk away a second time. This time, he wanted her to stay. He wanted her here, with him. If the price was steep, he would pay it anyway. His throat felt dry. "When did you stop using your old phone number?"
Her phone number? How had they gotten onto phone numbers? Iris was still tan
