Chapter Eleven
Sara was uncomfortable. Not in pain, they were giving her too many good painkillers for her to be in too much distress. She wasn’t surprised to find Mitch slumped in the visitor’s chair beside her bed. He’d been there every time she’d opened her eyes.
Sensing her attention, he raised his head and their gazes met. “How are you feeling?”
He asked her that every time, too. “I’m doing much better.” And that was no lie. The bullet had grazed her, doing minimal damage, but they’d wanted to keep her in hospital for a day to watch for infection. If all went well, she’d be discharged later today. She had vague memories of Doc Peters seeing to her, then an ambulance ride. But no matter what had happened, Mitch had been there.
“Is it done?” She knew Mitch’s friend and other members
