CHAPTER 36 - KIMBERLY
I’D NEVER BEEN so tired in my life. A week of police interviews in the daytime and Reed’s attentions at night had left me drained. And I couldn’t walk very well either, but luckily everyone thought that was due to the poison oak.
“Happy Wednesday,” Reed said, holding out a pink paper carrier bag. “I got you these.”
A gift? For me? I tore off the tissue paper and opened the box. Tennis shoes? He’d got me pink tennis shoes? I hated tennis shoes. But for the next few weeks, I couldn’t wear anything else, so they were absolutely perfect.
“Thank you. They’re exactly what I need.”
“Ready to go to the hospital?”
Was I ever. I could finally get these bandages off and take a long, hot shower. Reed had been washing me with a sponge for a week, but I still felt icky. With
