Chapter 44
AARON
I sink into one of the chairs and try to process everything.
Leah. Missing.
Leah. Dying.
It just doesn’t make sense.
She’s young. A force of life so bright at times I found it hard to be around her. I can’t imagine her not in this world. I can’t imagine that she’s si ck or hurting.
Or that she’s been suffering for a long time and I never noticed.
My chest aches and I rub at the center of it.
“I still have to make rounds,” Adam says. “And there is a chance that if Leah left, that maybe she doesn’t want to be found. She might be si ck of all of us.”
I nod.
I don’t like it, but it may be true.
I should’ve done so many things differently.
I should’ve loved her.
All the nights wasted. All the days when I purposely kept her at arm’s length. All the times she tried to make our marriage a real one. Not just in bed, but by being a real partner.
She’d help in the kitchen and make my food.
She’d wait up for me in the library, reading one of her books, so I wouldn’t work late alone.
She’d laugh and argue with me, and not back down, no matter how many times I tried to relegate her to some background role.
And now she’s gone?
Dying???
But I can’t lose her. I can’t let go.
My throat tightens. And pain seizes my body. It’s not physical so much as a wave of grief that floods my entire being.
I go to her bed and pick up the pillow. Beneath the astringent smells of the hospital, I can scent her. That light fragrant smell of her hair that’s partly her shampoo and, beneath that, the unique, elusive scent of her skin.
Adam reenters the hospital room.
I can imagine what he sees.
Me holding a bu nch of smooshed flowers and breathing into a hospital pillow.
“You, uh, need to see this,” he tells me.
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