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I huff, keeping my eyes on the road. Henry isn’t even worth my fucking time, but I’m still Marco’s employee, and I need to bring Henry to him. “Fuck you, man. I’m going to make things right with Francesca and prove you wrong.”
“You can’t if you’re dead.”
I frown. “What?”
Henry lunges for the steering wheel and turns it before I can stop him. I try getting control of the wheel, but it’s too late. We’re in the other lane, facing oncoming traffic. The closest car tries to swerve out of the way, but it ends up hitting us, sending my car gliding across the freeway and into the path of other cars.
Another car slams into mine, hitting it on my side. Glass explodes. The car warps. Henry cries out in pain. And the last thing I see is Henry slumped over the dashboard, his eyes wide open and lifeless, before darkness takes me.
* * *
The first thingI see when my eyes blink open is Marco’s face above me. “What’s going on?” I groan, trying to sit up, but Marco pushes me back down.
“You’re hurt. You’re in the hospital.”
“What?” I look around the room, taking in the disinfect smell, the beeping sound of the machines, and the cold sterile room. “Huh. I guess I am.” I eye Marco. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m your emergency contact.”
“How long was I out?” My body feels like it was hit by multiple cars. I guess I was.
“A few hours. But I can’t stay long. Emilia gave birth, and I need to head to New York to be with her.”
“Any news on Francesca?” Her pretty smile and large eyes fill my mind.
Marco sighs, shrugging. “I don’t know. I know they’re still looking for Antonio but got sidetracked because of Emilia. I need to go.”
Before he can leave the room, I ask one more question. “Henry?”
Marco won’t meet my eyes as he replies, “He died.”
The petty part of me wants to tell Marco Henry was stealing from him, but I keep my mouth shut. The man is dead. He’s been punished enough.
Marco gives me a nod before leaving. I sigh and slump back against the mattress. I don’t know how long I’ll need to be in the hospital, but I don’t do well with staying in one place for too long. I didn’t even get the chance to go to New York to make things right with Francesca.
Now, I might never see her again.
* * *
Hospital food fucking sucks.At least, the stuff they give the patients does. When a nurse brings me a soggy turkey sandwich and Jell-O, I almost want to puke. Who even eats Jell-O anyway?
“You need to eat,” the nurse says. She’s pretty. If this were before my marriage, I would’ve been flirting with her by now. But since I’m in love with Francesca, the sight of another woman does nothing for me.
I grumble, grab my Jell-O, and stuff a bite into my mouth, giving her a smile. “Happy?”
“Yes.” She checks my monitor and nods as if everything is looking good.
“When can I get out of here? I need to see my wife?”
She gives me a pitying smile. “You probably won’t be out for another few days. You were badly hurt in the crash. We need to keep you here under observation before you can go home. If you give me the name and number for your wife, I can contact her for you.”
“It’s fine.” I push the Jell-O away from me. “She probably doesn’t even want to see me.”
“I’m sorry. If you need anything, let me know, ok?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I’m left to my own devices, which pretty much means watching animal documentaries on the small TV in the room and waiting to heal so I can get out of here. Or die. Honestly, death would be better than this shit.
