Faith
His words tore through me, leaving a wound deeper and more agonizing than broken ribs or a shattered shoulder.
“Until I know the truth, you cannot be alone with Noah.”
I stared at Nicholas, my chest heaving against the tight medical bindings wrapped around my torso. The room seemed to tilt on its axis.
"Twice, Nicholas," I whispered, my raspy voice breaking in the suffocating silence of the holding room. "Twice I threw my body between your son and death. I took the impact of a steel sign for him. I snapped my ribs in a rolling car to shield him from concrete. You sat by my hospital bed and wept onto my hands! How can you stand there and look at me like I am a weapon meant to hurt him?"
Nicholas clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw working violently as he fought to keep his c
