“She’s awake. They’re taking her to imaging.”
Ben leaned against the wall.
“Awake?”
“She asked for you.”
We found Rosie after the scan.
She looked exhausted, swollen, and impossibly beautiful.
Ben bent over her, crying openly.
She touched his face.
“You look bad,” she whispered.
He laughed through tears.
“You look perfect.”
“No. My hair looks like a broom.”
“It’s the most beautiful broom I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled.
Then she saw me.
“Claire.”
I went to her.
For a moment, I could not speak.
I rested my forehead against hers.
“You scared me.”
“I scared me too.”
“You left a letter saying Dad killed Mom.”
