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My last memories before blacking out came back. “I hope not...”
Angelo gazed straight at me and blinked rapidly. “I was really worried.”
I sighed heavily.
He squeezed my hand. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I just want you to know...”
That I care.Those were the last words he didn’t say.
I smiled at him, his attention making me feel infinitely better. With Soph off somewhere, who would have come to my aid? Who would come and stay at the hospital with me?
It felt weird that the answer was a man I’d only recently met.
But it also felt right.
“If you do want to talk,” he went on, “I’m right here.”
“Thank you,” I said, meaning those two simple words more than I ever had before.
