Chapter 21
Don’t make me leave. Don’t let me go. I don’t want to…I don’t want to leave you.
Joseph’s desperate cry echoed in Jefferson’s dreams, chasing him through the night, until he finally opened his eyes to December’s mellow sunshine. The words spun in his mind, like a particularly alluring line of verse. Even when his gaze focused on Micah’s dear face. His dear, worried face. Jefferson reached for his hand, and opened his mouth to speak, but only a whisper of sound escaped from his hoarse throat.
Micah’s frown deepened at the attempt, and Jefferson shook his head. Please don’t worry. Jefferson didn’t remember a great deal about the previous night, but he did remember waking in his own bed. He remembered Dr. Browning’s familiar green eyes, remembered his calloused hands checking hi
