I had no idea what Mr. Wright said. After dinner, I just went straight to bed.
Jordan texted me, but I didn't see it.
When I saw his message the next morning, all warm and caring, I bit my lip and quickly shot him a couple of replies.
I guess I still wasn’t mentally prepared to be his girlfriend. That thought bugged me.
After wrapping up some things with the diamond project, I fixed my makeup and headed for the hospital.
The bump on my forehead from yesterday looked much better—just a faint mark now, easily covered with foundation. The cut on my lip had almost healed, too.
Mrs. Bryant saw me, gave me a brief, tight-lipped smile, then quietly left the room for us. Jordan was already off the bed, practicing how to walk. I stayed by his side.
He looked over at me, sweat
