CHAPTER 7
GRACE
I was so warm, I didn’t want to wake up. There were times I thought I was dead, but then the pain would rear its ugly head. I remembered waking up and someone being there to lift me up so I could drink water, but then I’d fall into the darkness again. Squeezing my eyes shut, it felt like my lids were made of sandpaper. My mouth felt like the Sahara Desert.
“Grace,” a voice called out softly. It was a sound I thought I’d never hear again.
I opened my eyes and my father collapsed beside the bed, his warm arms wrapping around me. “Daddy,” I cried. “I never thought I’d see you again.” Looking over his shoulder, I didn’t know where I was.
Then, I remembered Ian’s face from right before I passed out.
My father sobbed as he held me. It was the first time I’d seen him cry sin
