Marina pouted, lips pursed in irritation.
Of course she knew Susy wasn’t happy with her.
“Fine, then. I’ll take the lead this time. Got any bright ideas? As long as we can trample Niamh underfoot, I’m in.”
A sly, wicked grin twisted across Marina’s face.
—
Outside the hospital, Niamh found a cozy little diner, where she and Elmer sat down for a late-night bite.
Elmer hadn’t said much all evening, and that silence made it painfully obvious to Niamh that something was wrong.
“Elmer… Jonathan got hurt because of me. I’m just staying at the hospital to look after him for a few days, that’s all.”
She spoke softly, testing the waters as she watched Elmer’s expression.
“I know. I’m not mad at you,” he replied. His voice was gentle, but Niamh could hear the chill in it no matter how he tried to hide it.
Truth was, Elmer was angry—just not at her.
He was angry at himself.
Why hadn’t he been there for Niamh when she was in danger and needed someone most? If he’d been around, he would have done exactly what Jonathan did—put himself in harm’s way for her.
But instead, that chance had fallen to Jonathan.
Elmer’s neat brows drew together, tense with frustration.
Sometimes he thanked God for letting him wake up, for bringing him back healthy to Niamh’s side. But sometimes, resentment crept in; he couldn’t help feeling it still wasn’t enough.
He was back by Niamh’s side now. She was divorced from Jonathan. So why couldn’t they just break free of the past once and for all?
“Nia, the guy who stabbed Jonathan has been caught. He confessed—said he hated Jonathan for laying him off… Jonathan wasn’t hurt because of you.”
“…I know.”
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