Anthony.
Fighting Bridget would be the last thing that I would ever want to do again, seeing I had suffered before she would let me see her.
She hasn’t been to the hospital since the day that she had left my office, and she didn’t care to send for me as she had always done when she is always sick. “You know I hated you for that day”. She said, and I palmed my face.
We had just settled everything, yet she is trying to bring it up again. “And I said that I was sorry, okay.” I breathed softly.
She nodded her head, taking a sip of the tea that was made for her. I also got the same thing but couldn’t even swallow it as it didn’t taste like the same thing Darcy always makes for me. “Promise me one thing, Anthony.”
“Promise me that no matter what, when you get better, I would be the one you
