THIRTY-THREE
"Today we'll take the dressings off your hands. Your fingers should have almost healed up by now." Judith's expression turned from sweet to sour as she shifted her focus from me to Nathan. "You, out."
Nathan stood up slowly. The question in his eyes was directed at me, not her. Other than that, his face was impassive.
What if my hands were permanently damaged, or twisted? I couldn't face that alone. I lifted my chin. "No," I said quietly. "I want Nathan to stay."
I caught the fleeting smile on his face as he sat down again, but it was gone so quickly I don't know if the nurse saw it. If she did, she probably ignored it.
Nathan stretched an arm across the pillow behind me, as if to exaggerate how little concern he had for what the nurse thought. I wished I was as confident
