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It’s Zakh. Desmier was here earlier then went off to check in with Jeanne’s doctors.
He looks from me to Gwen with hope. I shake my head, and he moves closer.
“I’m sorry.” He speaks respectfully low.
“There wasn’t any more that we could have done.”
“No, I don’t think there was.” He pulls in a breath. “Dru is staying with us. I figured she’d need support. We also managed to get Zoe back. Leo was able to track her down.”
“That’s good. And a relief. Was Jim Davison found?”
“Yes. This time, he’s truly dead.”
I haven’t told anyone the truth about him yet, but I will. “I’ll fill you in on him later. Right now, I need to thank you for saving her.”
God knows what would have happened if Zakh didn’t get to Gwen when he did, and he jumped into the river to save her without any hesitation.
I couldn’t have gotten her or retrieved her in time.
For a start, the fucking river is dark. By the time I would have located the emergency kit and lights, then find her, it would have been too late.
She would have been under water for too long and suffered more severe brain damage.
“You know you don’t have to thank me for that.”
“I do, because I could have lost her for good. The way it looks now, I… still could.”
He rests his hand on my shoulder. “You can’t think like that. You have to have faith that she’ll pull through.”
“I’m trying. I just don’t know if I have any right to getting her back when all I did was ruin her life.”
“It wasn’t all bad, Malik.”
“But it was mostly bad. Remember when we were in Wilmington, and you asked me if I couldn’t just accept that Manolo’s death was enough? I should have at least thought about it. There were several moments when I had the power to change this course of destiny, but I didn’t. Everything I did was fucking selfish. Now look at her.”
He gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Think positive, Malik. We all look back with regret when things don’t work out. But think of the positive.”
“I’ll try.”
* * *
The next two weeks go by, and Gwen remains the same. I’m with her every day and mostly all night. I’ve also been helping Dru where I can and liaising with Dr. Perry about Gwen’s grandmother’s care. Last week was the week when we would have been in Wilmington.
I was hoping that maybe Gwen would pull through at the prospect of seeing her grandmother.
Jeanne woke up after her surgery but has been under supervision and on a lot of medication.
This morning, the doctors called me to let me know she was up and about, so I’m going to see her now.
When I reach her room, I notice the door is open.
Jeanne is sitting in a wheelchair, gazing out the window at the falling rain.
She looks at me when I walk in. This is the most lucid I’ve seen her since the accident.
“Hi,” she says in a weak voice.
“Hey. Look at you sitting up.” I walk toward her and plant a kiss on her forehead as if nothing has happened between us.
