CHAPTER FORTY THREE
Reid sat at Sara’s bedside in the small hospital in Grodkow. He held her small right hand in both of his as the sunrise broke on the horizon.
It looked like it was going to be a beautiful morning.
Sara’s eyelids fluttered. Her head tilted slightly as she looked at him and smiled faintly. “Good,” she murmured. “I was afraid I only dreamed you.”
“You didn’t. I’m here.”
She sighed contentedly as her eyelids drooped again. The doctors had given her a mild sedative so they could reset her broken ulna. She had also suffered a few bruised ribs, and minor contusions and cuts from head to toe.
While the medical staff worked on Sara, a doctor looked Reid over as well; none of his injuries were very threatening. The stab wound in his abdomen was finally stitched up.
But oth
