Chapters (42)
She pulled the shirt away from the wound and looked at it. She found a towel in the back seat and pressed it into the shoulder. I held it there and she said, “It’s not as bad as it looks. I’ll take care of it. We’ll get home and I’ll take care of it.” I knew she would. There wasn’t much in the world I could be sure of, but I was certain of that. It was enough. For now.