Previous chapter:
Chapter 17: Room 314
Next chapter:
Chapter 19: Miss Kelly
PREVIEW
... ached. Not the sharp pain of injury, just the bone-deep exhaustion of someone who’d pushed too far, too fast.
He groaned and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.
’Thank God I missed Tasha last night. I wouldn’t have had the strength to deal with her.’
The thought of her showing up at his door, all energy and questions, made him want to bury his face in the pillow. He’d gotten her text, "Where are you?", but by the time he’d dragged himself home from the hospital ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE

























