CHAPTER 42
RESPITE
Johnson stroked the back of her head. Lisa pulled away from him. She hugged her knees to her chest and cowered in the corner of the couch. She clutched her chest, trying to get air into her lungs. Her eyes peered into the distance, suddenly oblivious to his presence. He didn’t know what to do and was helpless. Lisa needed time to get over the ordeal.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine all that she’d been through. If he had faced everything she had, he didn’t know whether he’d be able to function. He wondered how she’d survived for this long without telling anyone about Africa. He guessed it was because she’d pushed it far down into the recesses of her mind simply to function in her world as an amazing nurse. The horror of those images in his mind would haunt him for a
