Page 97 of Lie to Me

The knot in my chest loosens the closer I get to Sloane’s room. That is, until I see two doctors exiting her room with inscrutable expressions on their faces. I rush inside, and what I find stops me in my tracks. Sloane is sat up in bed with Finn sitting in the chair I’ve been occupying, her lips moving as she speaks quietly to him, too quietly for me to hear.

Finn notices me first, standing immediately and heading towards me.

“I was just about to call you,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you both some time.” He glances back over at Sloane for a moment before leaving the room without another word. I approach her, taking a seat next to her.

“Hey,” I say softly, not knowing what the hell is going on.

“Why have you been here so often?” she asks with a rasp in her tone. My stomach sinks as one hundred different scenarios fillmy mind of her not remembering the last few months, but she keeps talking. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

Relief fills me and I take her hand in mine and bringing it to my lips, placing a kiss to her palm before resting our hands on the bed.

“How the fuck could I even rest for a moment when you’re in here?”

Her lips tip up in a smile, and it’s the first time I’ve seen her smile since she woke up. Usually, it would be like she was looking straight through me. She was confused and agitated, here but not really.

“Are you okay? Are you even supposed to be talking? What did the doctors say?” I rapid fire my questions and she laughs softy, squeezing my hand.

“I feel okay. Better than I have done. It was like I was seeing everything through someone else’s eyes and I couldn’t make my way out of it, but I feel okay now. The doctors said that it’s just a part of recovery and I should keep talking to get my body used to it or something.” She shakes her head, her raspy voice filling the air, and I lean over, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” I mutter.

“Not your fault, Marco.”

“Still, I just wish none of this happened to you. You were supposed to be okay.”

“And I will be. It’ll take me some time to heal, but I’ll be okay. But will we? Will we be okay?”

“Me and you? We’ll never not be okay, Sloane. We can always get through anything together.”

Chapter Fifty-One

Sloane

Present

“Ican walk,” I grunt as Marco lifts me from the car.

I swear, this man is impossible.

It’s been three months since I woke up and I’ve finally been discharged from the hospital. It would have been sooner, but my idiot boyfriend persuaded to doctors whoIwork with to keep me in longer, “Just in case.”

If I didn’t love him so much, I’d fucking kill him.

Marco shifts me so that my legs are secured around his waist before carrying me into the building. The doorman nods to us as we enter the lobby and I bury my head in Marco’s shoulder, not wanting people to see me, a grown ass woman, being carried like a child.

“This is unnecessary,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

The usual grouchy asshole has been sunshine and fucking rainbows lately, smiling, laughing, and joking.

I love it.

He finally seems happy.

I just don’t like it when he laughs at my expense.

“Get used to it, baby. If you think I’m ever letting you out of my sight again, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”

Once we exit the elevator into his apartment, my brows furrow as I look around. Everything is the same, yet different.

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