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“Of course. I’ll admit her in a few minutes.” She gestures toward the door, indicating I can go in.
“I’ll wait here,” Angelo says gravely.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” the doctor says, walking to the reception area with her clipboard.
When I walk into the room, Sage is sitting on the hospital gurney in a hospital gown, looking down at her hands. She glances up when I enter.
“Are you okay?” I ask, walking toward her and tentatively taking her hands in mine. She feels so cold.
She nods. “Thank you, Fynn. I’ve really messed things up this time.”
“You haven’t done anything,” I tell her.Except stay in this fucked-up relationship for too long.“You don’t need to worry about anything anymore, all right? You have a problem, come to me and I’ll handle it.”
“I shouldn’t burden you with this,” she says, trembling.
I pull the blanket from the bottom of the gurney and wrap it around her shoulders, unable to see her shivering any longer.
“It’s not a burden, so don’t ever say that,” I tell her firmly. “Nothing you could ever do would be a burden to me, Sage. You should have come to me sooner.”
“It’s never been this bad,” she says. “It just got worse over time.”
“I wish you’d have told me.”
She smiles softly. “My relationship hassles aren’t your issue, Fynn.”
“They are now,” I reply, staring at her.
He’ll be at the bottom of the Charles soon enough.
“Fynn, no,” she says, following my train of thought from the look in my eyes. I guess she’s known me long enough to know I won’t tolerate this.
I’ve never fucking killed anyone. Not yet, at least. I knew the day would come eventually, but I certainly didn’t think it would be killing Sage’s boyfriend and hiding his body in the most famous river in Boston.
But I will defend her.
This is how strange life can be, so fucking unpredictable.
“After what he did to you?” I fire back.
“I don’t want him dead,” she whispers. “Please tell me you won’t do that.”
“Did he rape you?” The words hang between us.
She looks down at her hands. “No, Fynn.”
I don’t know if I believe her, but I don’t push it. She’s been through enough.
I crouch down as her eyes follow me. “I can’t let him get away with this.”
She sighs deeply. “I plan on filing charges against him for assaulting me, then the police will deal with him accordingly. He won’t get away with it.”
I don’t like the sound of that. “That’s not happening.”
For one, I know she won’t press charges.
I know she won’t want to relive having to tell the story in a court. And why should she? Justice serves very quickly in the Medici court. In the real world, justice isn’t always served and perpetrator are set free.
“Then there’s my family…” she stutters. “I have to call my parents.”
