Page 119 of In Death, Love Survives
I keep my eyes shut to not give anything away. Do I mind? I really don’t know.
“Everything around me is changing. What’s right and wrong, to some degree, I’m not even sure anymore.”
Wolfe hums.
“What I do know is that you had to fight for this life. Good or bad, you’ve made something for yourself when you were given a lousy hand to start with. Who am I to judge what you’ve built for the past decade?”
We both stay still, until eventually I lean up and look at Wolfe, who’s been watching me the whole time.
“Tell me about what you’ve been fighting for,” he rasps.
I smile weakly.
“Nothing.”
“I know that’s not true.”
I try to look back on the past decade of my life. How much changed, and who I shaped myself into because of what happened.
“My patients. I’ve always been fighting for them.”
“That’s my girl.”
I beam at the praise.
“Finding myself? Trying to survive, perhaps.”
“Necessary.”
I grin, knowing what he’s trying to do.
“Myself. I’m finally fighting for my life, something I hadn’t been doing for so long.”
“Nova girl. What happened? I want to know every memory. You can’t push me away. That would be impossible.”
I inhale deeply, knowing I’m about to open myself up for the first time in ages.
“I was an only child.”
He nods for me to continue.
I sit up completely and cross my legs underneath. As I try to find the words, I play with the hem of the shirt that’s risen up against my waist.
Wolfe sits up higher and folds his hands together as he waits.
“I had a really happy childhood. My parents were the best.”
He smiles.
“They were the best and then…”
I exhale to steady my nerves.
“Then they were murdered. At my home.”
Wolfe leans forward and takes my hands in his.
“Angel, I’m sorry. So fucking sorry that happened to you.”
