Chapter 77

• Ami hadn’t stirred in over fifteen hours, and my unease was rapidly turning to dread. The doctors suspected her prolonged unconsciousness wasn’t just from physical injuries it was trauma-induced. Understandable, given what she'd endured. That bastard had tried to rape and kill her. She fought back. Killed him in self-defense.
• Since the incident at the precinct, I hadn’t spoken to Zebulon. I knew he was split in half grieving his brother, but also quietly relieved. I’d seen it in his face. Back at the station, he’d sworn he’d testify on Ami’s behalf. He knew she was the victim. Anyone who dared paint her otherwise would have me to deal with.
• Manny was recovering. The dizziness had lessened, the pounding in his head was fading. He was still being monitored, but it hadn’t stopped him from working, tapping away on his laptop from the hospital bed. He’d also taken over sitting with Ami now and then, forcing me to shower and catch an hour or two of sleep. I hadn’t wanted to leave her side, but I couldn’t afford to burn out either. Not now.