“Client emergency.”
“For how long?”
“A week.”
His phone vibrated.
Derek’s hand moved immediately.
He silenced it without checking the screen.
My stomach tightened.
“The doctor said I shouldn’t be alone.”
“Call your parents.”
“Derek.”
“They’ve been coming over anyway.”
I stared at him.
Four months earlier, I had dragged this man through a burning house.
I had crawled through smoke so thick I couldn’t see my hands.
I had felt flames touch my skin.
I had heard neighbors screaming at me not to go back.
But I went back because Derek was inside.
And now he couldn’t even look at me.
