Page 136 of Beautiful Trauma
At a light knock on the door, I pulled myself off the bed and went over to the door. After creaking it open, Callum stood before me holding a box. He held it out to me. When I took it, I asked, “What’s this?”
“They just delivered some of the contents of Mila’s apartment. I had them put most of them in storage, but there are a few boxes of the personal stuff you asked for.”
While I was recovering, I’d asked Callum to start having some of the Neretti men pack up Mila’s apartment. After everything that had gone down, I feared what retaliation Danill might do to Mila’s things.
“Thanks. I’m hoping this will make her feel better.”
Callum nodded. “She’s going to need some time.”
“I know.”
“Whatever she needs, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Furrowing my brows, I asked, “What do you mean?”
“I think you do.”
I jerked a hand through my hair. “You think she needs a shrink?”
“A shrink, a counselor, a priest–anyone who she can really talk to.”
“She can talk to me.”
He shot me a pointed look. “You of all people should realize that’s a lie.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. Callum was right. I’d turned to Isla for help when I needed someone to talk to. I need to make sure Mila is doing the same thing.
As Mila stirred, I shook my head at Callum. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Callum nodded. “Mam wanted me to let you know that she would bring you guys dinner in an hour.”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
As he started back down the hall, I closed the door. After walking back to the bed, I eased down on the mattress beside her. I brushed my knuckles over her jawline.
God, she was beautiful. I still couldn’t believe such a gorgeous creature had sacrificed everything for me. It was overwhelming. I didn’t know how in the hell I could ever repay her.
Mila’s eyes fluttered open at my touch. “Hey,” she rasped.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“I’m a mess.”
“You’re beautiful.”
A vulnerable smile curved on her lips. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
Her gaze went to the box at my side. “What’s that?”
“Some of your things.”
“What?”
“Some of Leo’s men have been packing up your apartment for you,” I replied.
“They have?”
