Chapter Thirty-Seven
Leah was unnecessarily apologetic about how everything had gone down. She had no idea things would go south as quickly as they did once she decided to go looking for Shelby.
She certainly wouldn’t have concocted the story or gone to the lengths she had to keep me out of harm’s way as she instigated her own investigation. Yet, she knew if she had mentioned it to me, I would have insisted on getting involved. Just as I knew she would have done precisely the same if the situation had been reversed. She had me there.
“I just wish you would have told me,” I said as I sat by her bedside in the hospital and held her pale, trembling hand.
The drugs Roman had given her to knock her out had worn off and were not life-threatening, but she had sustained other injuries at the h
