Damien lay back on the surprisingly comfortable reclining chair in the room and looked up at the hospital ceiling.
He ran his hand through his hair, Jessa’s words spinning through his mind. She’d told him everything she could remember about the crash.
Someone had tried to run the girls off the road. Then they’d come back to finish the job. If that other car hadn’t come along… he swallowed.
He could have lost her. Could have lost the baby. Holly. Ava.
Christ. Why would someone try to hurt them?
Jessa knew. He could tell by the haunted look on her face. She thought this had something to do with her husband. He clenched his hands.
He would have questioned her further, but a different nurse had entered the room, telling him that Jessa had to rest. He could see the exhaustion on her face
