69. Hold On
Mara
The hours blurred into a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
I woke up groggy and with a splitting headache but the first thing I thought about was Zander. I wanted to see him. I wanted to know how he was doing and so, without even thinking of what I was wearing, I rushed out and into Zander's room. That was what I was calling it.
I was praying all through. I prayed and hoped that he was okay.
Zander still lay in the guest room bed, pale and still, the steady beep of the heart monitor the only sound keeping me sane. I looked at him and sighed in relief when I saw the upward and downward movement of his chest. It meant that he was still holding on. It meant that he was still alive.
I sat next to the bed and didn’t leave his side. My hand stayed wrapped around his, thu
