"Won't you peek at him?" I asked Cynthia when we were across the stairs.
It shook with a smile on its face.
"Maybe later. I feel guilty every time I remember what happened to him. What are you up to with Geoffrey?"
I took a deep breath before answering.
"Mom didn't want to let that man go to jail."
"Do you pay for that too?"
I shook my head. "Not anymore. So, we can pay everything we have to pay as long as Clark wakes up, and is safe."
He patted my arm. "Let's just pray. He'll wake up."
I returned the smile.
I still can't believe that Cynthia, who is often the cause of my pain, is now the one who encourages me.
I drove him to the hospital lobby.
When it left, I remembered my phone. I dug it into my pant pocket. I was even surprised to notice there were many miscalls from Zaira.
