Going Home
Sedona's POV
She left, and I finished packing the small bag that represented two months that I had lived in a hospital room—not much, because I'd brought little, because honestly I didn't think I would live this long.
Cameron came at noon to take me home.
He appeared in the doorway with the look he'd had all week, he was present, attentive to me, but there was a look in his eyes that never seemed to leave completely and I had already classified it as the Lucian situation that he hadn't updated me on, beyond the confirmation that he had resumed work as his PA, and I decided not to push yet on that matter.
"Ready?" he said.
"I've been ready for a while now." I said with a smile on my face.
"You've been ready for two months," he said, coming in to take the bag from my hand a
