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Spending my birthday night in the ER wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind. But I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
It felt ridiculous to me to be so happy in a sterile stale environment full of sick people, but it was the first time in a long time that things had been right with Grant. Sure we had a lot to talk about, but at least it felt as if we were getting somewhere. The complications that had been brought up with the return of his dad and the motorcycle accident seemed to have brought us closer. And I wasn’t about to let that slip away.
I drove Grant home from the hospital, and despite his protests, he fell asleep as soon as he got into bed. I crawled in next to him, trailing my fingers over the mottled bruises on his bare skin. I fell asleep listening to his even br
