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He’s with me. Even before I’ve fully regained consciousness, I know it. His hand is resting underneath mine, our palms pressed together and fingers linked. I never thought it could be so great to hold someone’s hand, but he’s my lifeline.
Subtle vibrations radiate from the area where we’re touching, and it sends jolts of pleasure zinging up my arm, replacing the pins and needles with something good.
As I slowly come to, it takes me a few seconds to remember I’m not at home. The air smells of sterile cleaner, the blankets on me are scratchy, and even through closed eyelids, I can tell the lights are too harsh.
There are hushed voices around me.
While pretending to be asleep, I listen to the conversation Ellister is having with my parents.
“I hate that you’re here,” Mom says, sounding angry. “You’re intruding on a very private moment. A moment meant for family.”
“I understand that, but what did the doctors tell you about Hannah’s condition?” Ellister’s response is smooth and emotionless.
“They said—” My mom’s voice cracks with a sob. “They said we’re losing her fast. Her kidneys are in complete failure. It’s just comfort care from here on out. Pain meds and fluids.”
“Those treatments might help Hannah a little, but not like I can.”
“And I’m supposed to be grateful for your presence?”
“Yes.”
“Weeks, Ellister,” Dad cuts in roughly. “You said she had weeks.”
“I was mistaken. I don’t know why the process has been so quick but think of it as a mercy.”
“You’re a monster,” Mom cries.
“I’ve never claimed to be otherwise.”
My dad lets out a tortured grunt. “When are you going to tell her the truth?”
“I won’t have to. She’ll just… know.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s a wisdom in the place between life and death,” Ellister explains, monotone. “With how close she is to breathing her last breath, her perception will be different. Clearer. The connection through the bargain will offer a communication of sorts. She won’t be confused, and that will lessen her fear.”
“How will you get out of here with her?” my mother interjects. “There’s no way the hospital will let her leave. She’s too sick.”
“That’s not a problem. I don’t need doors. We’ll be gone in seconds. However, you will need to deal with the aftermath. Be prepared to answer questions about how and why your daughter went missing from the hospital. You’ll have to lie convincingly and tell them you know nothing. News about Hannah’s disappearance might spread, and you’ll have to handle that as well.”
“What should I say?” Dad asks.
“If you must, blame the car-stealing drifter who showed up at your farm.”
“It wouldn’t be a lie then. Because it is your fault.”
Hang on a second. They’re not making sense. How is any of this Ellister’s fault? He’s just a guy looking to buy up some property.
Needing some answers, I open my eyes. Thankfully, my vision is sharp again, and I seem to have regained full strength of my arms.
I squeeze Ellister’s hand. His face swings my way, his mask of indifference slipping as he gazes at me with compassion.
Emotional intensity passes between us as he raises our linked hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “Hello, Hannah Wildwood.”
His use of my full name makes me smile. “Hi.”
“How are you?” He’s occupying the chair next to the bed, and my parents are standing behind him.
