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“I wanted to see for myself that you were okay. And yes, I’m also here in an official capacity.”
“Should I stay?”
“Yes, please.” Pulling up a chair, Deon took her hand briefly and pressed it. “I’m happy you’re doing better.”
“So’s my baby.” She gazed at her friend. “Where is she?”
“You’re talking about Tiffany Knowles?”
“I recognized the car and, of course, I saw her clearly when she rammed into me. Is she in custody?”
He stole a glance at Michelle.
“What is it?”
“I didn’t tell her.”
“Tell me what?”
“She’s dead.”
Macayla jolted in shock. “How? When?”
“She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt when she rammed your vehicle and the impact practically crushed her chest. We found her a few miles up from the crime scene. She was dead and had been for a few minutes after she slammed into you.”
“Oh, good God.” She whispered. “Her baby?”
He shook his head.
She took in several deep breaths. “What the hell was she thinking?”
“She wasn’t.”
“Two lives.”
“Almost four.” Her mother said grimly.
“Do I need to give a statement?” She was still in shock and underneath could feel the underlying sense of helpless anger. The woman had been so bent on destroying her that she’d destroyed two lives, including an innocent, unborn baby. If only she’d listened to Brady!
“It can wait.” He patted her hand gently. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I need Brady. Mom, could you call him please?”
“Of course, darling.”
*****
They were alone in her room and it was then she allowed herself to let go, and the tears flowed freely. She clung to him tightly, her face pressed into his chest. Right here was her comfort space, her place of light and hope. She was so happy she had him she could hardly contain herself.
“Baby, you’re going to make yourself sick.” The concern was thick in his voice. He’d barely gotten two hours of sleep, but the minute the phone vibrated, he was up and running. When Michelle told him she was asking for him, he hadn’t hesitated.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
Lifting her head, he wiped at the tears gently. “Forgiven.” He kissed her wet cheeks gently. “I want to take the sadness away.”
“It’s going.” She touched the fringe of his hair. “She’s dead.”
“If she’d made it, I would’ve been tempted to wrap my hands around her throat.” He told her, with a glint of steel in his eyes. “She hurt what’s most precious to me. You’re here, you both are, and for that, I’m willing to forgive anyone.” He brushed his lips against hers again. “How are you feeling?”
