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They’re coming to the private viewing tonight with Zoe’s father. I wouldn’t have felt right if they weren’t there. Still, Zoe’s not stupid I will have to be careful and pray that she doesn’t realize I’m planning something by the way I interact with Antonio. If she does, she’ll never let it drop. I must keep her in the dark for now.
I just have to.
I nod, tears trying to slide from my eyes because I hate not leaning on Zoe. I love her so much. I hope she can forgive me. Zoe wraps her arms around me, and we hug. I squeeze her closely. “I love you,” I whisper near her ear.
“Whatever is going on, wearegoing to discuss this,” she whispers back letting me know she’s seen more than I imagined.
“Deal,” I breathe. I give Zoe a hug and we hold each other tightly. I give her one last smile and then watch them walk away, resisting the urge to sink to the floor and let sadness claim me.
Instead, I look down at the gold wedding band on my ring finger. I’m a married woman…
Married to a man that may never come back to me.
CHAPTER40
Niko
I keep fighting. I can’t hear voices this time. There are just noises.Machinery?I can’t be sure. The sounds do feel closer now. The darkness seems less threatening, too. I strain to listen because I want to hear Emilia’s voice. She sounds so sad. That’s not like her. She’s always so full of life and energy. I promised Maxwell I’d make her happy. He’ll be upset with me if she cries. That would mean I’m failing her.
Fuck, why can’t I open my eyes.
I smell a scent in the air. It’s wrong. It’s not Emilia. This scent is nothing like hers. It’s not inviting at all. It reminds me of pine trees.It’s wrong.Christ is there someone in here with her? I try to open my mouth, but I can’t make my voice work. I manage to move my lips, though. I’m sure of that.
“He’s moving. We need to call Dr. Monroe.”
“Where? I didn’t see it.”
“He opened his mouth. I’m going to call the doctor. You watch him for any more signs.”
I frown. The voices are women.Why are they here and not Emilia?They see me moving. I feel my heart beating harder, excited because I know I’m pulling myself out of this. I don’t understand what is going on, but I know the fact they can see me move is good. That’s more than has ever happened before.
An alarm starts to ring and it’s loud and shrill. My head is throbbing, and I try to shake it, wanting the alarm turned off.
“It’s okay Mr. Petrova. It’s going to be fine. Listen to my voice and try to remain calm. You’re doing amazing. You will be just fine. You’re fighting and have healed up amazingly well, despite having been shot.”
Shot?
“The doctor was having dinner. Mr. DeLuca’s men will have him here shortly. How’s he doing?”
“His pulse spiked but I got him to calm. I told him he’s healing great and doing good despite being shot.”
“Why would you mention that?”
“Mention what?”
“Him being shot. You don’t want a patient to remember trauma until they’re out, or at least I don’t think so.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never really dealt with a patient in a coma before.”
“Same. I was just thinking it’d be better if we don’t mention the fact he was shot or his friend… you know.”
“You know?”
I hear them chattering and I’m getting tired. I feel the darkness creeping up on me again. I’m so tired of fighting it. I’m so confused.Was I shot? What friend do I have that they’re talking about? Was Emilia shot?Fear hits me so strong, that my body begins trembling. I jerk trying to sit up, but it’s like I’m weighed down by a thousand-pound weight.
“Mr. Petrova, it’s okay. Calm down. You may hurt yourself. Dr. Monroe will be here in just a minute,” one of them says, but I can feel myself breaking through, so I keep trying. I need to get to Emilia.
“You see! You got after me, but this was your fault. You shouldn’t have told him about Mr. Korslova dying.”
