Chapter Seventy six

Damian.

I probably dreamed Hope calling herself pigheaded, but it made me smile all the same. And every time I opened my eyes, there she was, sitting by my side.

At first, she still had blood on her. My blood. Then she looked like she had showered and changed. I saw Roman too, but she was my constant.

She had remembered what I had said. What I had promised her. I vaguely recalled her voice, telling me I hadn’t yet kept the promise to give her the life she wanted.

I had changed rooms. I knew it from the way the light came in the window. I wasn’t sure how long I had been in the hospital until finally, I opened my eyes, feeling a little less groggy, and the things around me didn’t seem so like a mirage.

Was it a mirage? Was Hope a mirage?

“Hey.”

I looked up at her beautiful, smiling face. She still sat in the same place, holding my hand, watching me.

“Hey.” It felt strange to speak.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I have been run over by a truck.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

My