Page 511 of End Game

He pushes away from the counter. “Let them ask the team some questions tomorrow. You don't have to translate every number.”

I look toward Cami's room again. “What do I do instead?”

Holden's expression softens. “Sit next to your wife.”

Simple.

Almost offensively simple.

“Hold her hand. Sleep if they'll let you. When she wakes up, make whatever terrible joke makes her roll her eyes.”

I nod. “That I can do.”

“I figured.”

He starts toward the workroom, then stops.

“Griffin?”

“Yeah?”

“She really is moving in the right direction.”

Coming from him, I know exactly what that sentence does and does not promise.

For once, that's enough.

“Thanks.”

I go back to Cami's room.

The monitor is still there.

The insulin is still running.

The lab schedule hasn't changed because I had an emotional revelation next to a refrigerator.

Cami is still asleep.

I sit beside her and take her hand.

When my phone buzzes with another message from the group chat, I look at it.

Dex

what happens after the gap closes?

My fingers hover over the screen.

Griffin

Ask her doctor in the morning. I'm off duty.

Dex

holy shit

I want to be mad, but that’s growth