When I was released the next morning, it was Richard who was there to drive me home.
I hated it. I hated the way it made my chest clench to see him there, so attentive to my needs. It was a side of him I’d seen glimpses of in the past, but it had been many weeks since this side of him had been allowed out.
The buzzing of his phone in his pocket went unnoticed, and the ringing through the car’s speakers went unanswered.
“You aren’t going to get that? It could be important.” The air continued to be filled with static, and it was suffocating.
He reached across the center console and covered my hand with his, giving it a squeeze. “Not as important as you.”
“Had some epiphany, huh?” I cringed against the light, my eyes overly sensitive thanks to the migraine slamming my head into a table h
