Jillian's heart jolted hard.
She squeezed her fingers so tight they turned white, fighting to hold down the roiling storm of emotions in her chest.
"Don't worry about it."
Jillian didn't say she forgave him. She only said, "Don't worry about it."
But the memories twisted like a knife in Nathan's heart, every one stinging like an open wound.
This gnawing, gut-wrenching regret was exactly what he deserved.
Jillian picked up her pen, meaning to scribble something to comfort him.
But Nathan beat her to it, tucking the edges of her quilt neatly around her. "Get some rest. I'll come see you again soon."
With that, he turned and left.
The second the hospital door clicked shut, Jillian couldn't keep up her calm facade anymore. Endless dejection and melancholy washed over her face.
If she
