Page 92 of The Fire Walker
“If they’re done, go back,” Zoe said, following my gaze. “Will and I are gonna go check out the Empire State Building and the Museum of ModernArt.”
Before she could escape, I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her hair. “Thanks for everything, Zo Zo. I loveyou.”
“Love you too, DeeDee.”
Watching her walk down the hall and into Will’s waiting arms, I couldn’t help smiling. Taking a few steps backward, I raised my hand in a wave as they disappeared around a corner. Walking straight back into Jessie’s room, my eyes latched onto her. She definitely looked brighter thanbefore.
“Okay,” she said as I stopped by thebed.
“Okay,what?”
“Let’s go toCanada.”
“Really?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. I kinda thought she would fight me a littlelonger.
“You’re right,” she said as the nurse left. “Family matters. Once I’m well enough, let’sgo.”
“You can think about it a little more if you wantto.”
“No, I don’t need to. I can’t let go of the past until I’ve made peace with every part of it. I want to see my parents. I owe them an explanation, no matter how pissed they’llbe.”
God, she made my blood boil sometimes, but Jessie Ware was a fuckingpowerhouse.
“The police are coming to talk to me tomorrow,” she added. “I’m going to tell themeverything.”
Pulling the chair back to her bedside, I sat and took her hand in mine. Every time I was near, I had to touch her, or I might implode. “The contract andeverything?”
“Yes. I mean, it’ll suck and be annoying as hell, but there are more importantthings.”
“Likewhat?”
“Justice. And you.” She squeezed my fingers, squashing them together. “And wherever you are, I want to bethere.”
“Do you really think you can give up New York forMelbourne?”
“In aheartbeat.”
There were a few more hurdles to get over, but we were on the home stretch. We had an imminent trip to Canada to plan, which was going to be an emotional roller coaster for all involved. Then there was everything with Nate and the accident. Jessie was going to press charges even if it meant losing her apartment. It was her decision, and I would stand by her all the way to the end and beyond. Hell, it was even possible that the screwed-up contract they made her sign would be null and void after what happened. No doubt, the case would go straight to court, but we would fight it. Seemed she was good at that kind ofstuff.
“Oh, and I already talked to billing about paying for your hospital stay,” Ideclared.
“Dee,” she shrieked, slapping me on the arm with her goodhand.
Laughing, I took a Sharpie off the bedside table and pulled the cap off. On the top of her cast, I wrote D.C 4 J.W 4EVA.
