My eyes met his, and he was looking at me full of concern. I could see no judgment in his gaze. ‘I mean it, Asher. Me and Mum would never look at you any differently for choosing to move on. You have stayed so loyal to Isla’s memory, but you do not have to be alone forever. I saw the connection between you and Bailey from the start. I think Mum did too. She is one hell of a girl. I think Isla would like her. Don’t let this go, because you are worried about what others are thinking, or because you feel guilty. It is time to think of you, ok? Isla would want you to be happy.’
I bit my lower lip, deep in thought. Hid words meant a lot. There would always be guilt. Of course there would. That was the reason I had battled my feelings for as long as I had been. Why I had denied them for as long as I had. But, without ever intending to, I had fallen for Bailey. ‘I love her, Marc.’
‘I know you do.’ He linked with a smile.
I turned to see Morgan stroking her sister’s hair back from her face, before pulling up her eyelids, making me wonder what in the hell she was doing, but Marc got there first. “Erm, Morgan, what are you doing?”
“Just seeing if she would wake up.” She said, like it was the most normal thing in the world to do to someone in a hospital bed that was unconscious. “Used to work when she was a kid.”
Marc held back a smile. “I think the fact she is unconscious may be slightly different to when she was pretending to be asleep as a kid, darling.”
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