Maggie didn’t lead him into the family room but instead up the stairs. “I want to change.”
Her hand shook on the banister and Porter was painfully aware of how much effort it took her to make the two flights. The aftermath of the adrenaline dump from the attack? Or a regression with her adrenal fatigue? What was the something she’d been dealing with today? In twenty-four hours, her eyes had gone back to bruised, and lines fanned out from her mouth and eyes as they had when he’d first seen her in California. He cursed himself for his own role in setting her back.
In her room, she sank immediately onto the bed, as if her legs wouldn’t hold her anymore. “Sit with me, please.” She held out a hand.
Porter started to take it, then saw the blood on his knuckles. “Just give me a second.” He sli
