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“I’m sorry, baby, so, so sorry.” He kisses my hair again and inhales deeply,
and I don’t know what he’s apologizing for . . . making me laugh? Or the
mess we’re in? I rest my hand over his heart, and he gently places his hand
on mine. We are both silent for a moment.
“Why did you go see that woman?”
“Oh, Ana.” He groans. “You want to discuss that now? Can’t we drop this? I
regret it, okay?”
“I need to know.”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” he mutters, irritated. “Oh, and Detective Clark wants to
talk to you. Just routine. Now go to sleep.”
He kisses my hair. I sigh hea一vily. I need to know why. At least he says he
regrets it. That’s something, my subconscious agrees. She’s in an agreeable
mood today, it seems. Ugh, Detective Clark. I shudder at the thought of
reliving Thursday’s events for him.
“Do we know why Jack was doing all this?”
“Hmm,” Christian murmurs. I’m soothed by the slow rise and fall of his chest,
gently rocking my head, lulling me to sleep as his breathing slows. And as I
drift I try to make sense of the fragments of conversations I heard while I was
on the edge of consciousness, but they slither through my mind, remaining
steadfastly elusive, taunting me from the edges of my memory. Oh, it’s
frustrating and exhausting . . . and . . .
Nurse Nora’s mouth is pursed and her arms folded in hostility. I hold my
finger up to my lips.
“Please let him sleep,” I whisper, squinting in the early morning light.
“This is your bed. Not his,” she hisses sternly.
“I slept better because he was here.” I insist, rushing to my husband’s
defense. Besides, it’s true. Christian stirs, and Nurse Nora and I freeze.
He mumbles in his sleep, “Don’t touch me. No more. Only Ana.”
I frown. I ha一ve rarely heard Christian talk in his sleep. Admittedly, that might
be because he sleeps less than I do. I’ve only ever heard his nightmares. His
arms tighten a
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