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The fluttering intensified, and then Wren’s eyes opened. I’d never seen anything more beautiful than that mixture of brown and gold and green.
She stared up at me, the green sparking as I’d hoped. “I’m with you.”
46
WREN
Muted voices siftedin from the living room, and Grae clicked up the volume. “You’d think they could have a little respect. I told them we were watchingLittle Women.”
I grinned at her but bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Over the past three days, I’d learned that laughing and crying were not things I wanted to do if I hoped to keep my pain remotely manageable. Broken ribs sucked big time.
“They have never respected the sacredness of Jo, Beth, Meg, and Amy.”
“It’s true.” Grae adjusted herself against the pillows as she turned toward me, a smile playing on her lips. “Remember when I threw that entire bowl of popcorn at Nash?”
“And then promptly burst into tears,” I reminded her.
“He came in singing at the top of his lungs while Beth wasdying.”
I couldn’t hold in my chuckle this time and immediately regretted it.
“Shit, Wren. I’m sorry.”
I waved her off. “It’s okay. I need the happy. It just sucks that it hurts like a B.”
Grae paused the movie. “When’s the last time you took a pain pill?”
I made a humming noise but didn’t answer.
“Wren…”
“I took Tylenol an hour ago.”
“That’s not what the doctor recommended. He gave you the good stuff so you wouldn’t be hurting this much.”
I toyed with the edge of the blanket. “I hate the way they make me feel.”
I always had. A part of me blamed the pain medication haze for not recognizing how Holt had been pulling away all those years ago.
Grae was quiet for a moment. “Talk to me.”
A burn lit the backs of my eyes, and my throat tightened. “I’m okay. Really.”
And I was. I had everything to be grateful for. I was alive. So was Holt. We’d gotten out. Instead, I felt like I was one breath away from a nervous breakdown.
“I’ve known you for my entire life. I know when you’re lying.” She pulled the blanket up higher around us. “Besties for the resties, remember? What’s said here, stays here.”
The pressure built in my throat, but I still didn’t speak.
Worry etched itself deeper in Grae’s face. “If you don’t talk to me, promise me you’ll talk tosomeone.”
It wouldn’t be Holt. He’d studiously avoided all talk of what had happened in the time Amber and Jude had held me captive. Lawson had asked me the bare minimum questions, Holt glaring at him the entire time.
“I’m scared this will be too much for him.”
The words were out before I could stop them, a softly spoken utterance that ricocheted around the room like a cannon shot.
Empathy instantly filled Grae’s expression, blending with the worry. She slipped her hand into mine, squeezing it. “He loves you.”
