CHAPTER 22
I cried until I passed out on the hardwood floor, tired and full of guilt. I didn’t know what time it was or how long I was there, but I knew it was late-morning by the sun creeping in through the blinds and leaving trail marks on the floor. The front door opened quietly, but I was too tired and sick to move. I was afraid this was the end to me and Brett.
However, when his fingers tenderly brushed the hair off my face I felt a new surge of hope travel through my veins. Brett lifted me off of the floor, wrapping me into the warmth of his scent and his protective arms.
Sniffling, I snuggled closer. “Brett,” I whispered.
“I’m here. Just rest.”
I didn’t think I could cry anymore, but the sting behind my eyes burned like fire. He was there and he was holding me; that was enough.
