Chapter 485
- I shot to my feet, moved behind him, and watched the nurse peel back the gauze. The stitched scar came into view. My chest tightened—hurt and guilt knotted together, and my remorse toward Mr. Hayes dug one layer deeper.
- After disinfecting and swapping in fresh gauze, the nurse grinned. “Your Hubby keeps in great shape.”
- Me: “…”