ns
as he reads. But listening to his soothing voice as I eat, secure in the
knowledge that I am fine, Mia is safe and my Little Blip is safe, I feel a
precious moment of peace in spite of all that has happened over the last few
days.
I understand that Christian is scared about the baby, but I don’t understand
the depth of his fear. I resolve to talk to him some more about this. See if I
can put his mind at ease. What puzzles me is that he hasn’t lacked for
positive role models as parents. Both Grace and Carrick are exemplary
parents, or so they seem. Maybe it was the Bitch Troll’s interference that
damaged him so badly. I’d like to think so. But in truth I think it goes back to
his birth mom, though I’m sure Mrs. Robinson didn’t help. I halt my thoughts
as I nearly recall a whispered conversation. Damn! It hovers on the edge of
my memory from when I was unconscious. Christian talking with Grace. It
melts away into the shadows of my mind. Oh, it’s so frustrating.
I wonder if Christian will ever volunteer the reason he went to see her or if I’ll
ha一ve to push him. I’m about to ask when there’s a knock on the door.
Detective Clark makes an apologetic entry into the room. He’s right to be
apologetic—my heart sinks when I see him.
“Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey. Am I interrupting?”
“Yes,” snaps Christian.
Clark ignores him. “Glad to see you’re awake, Mrs. Grey. I need to ask you a
few questions about Thursday afternoon. Just routine. Is now a convenient
time?”
“Sure,” I mumble, but I do not want to relive Thursday’s events.
“My wife should be resting.” Christian bristles.
“I’ll be brief, Mr. Grey. And it means I’ll be out of your hair sooner rather than
later.”
Christian stands and offers Clark his chair, then sits down beside me on the
bed and takes my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. 448 | P a g e
E L JAMES
Half an hour later, Clark is done. I’ve learned nothing new, but I ha一ve
recounted the events of Thursday to him in a halting, quiet voice, watching
Christian go pale and gri
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