“You’ll hear from my office.”
He looked at me one final time.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
I almost smiled.
“You should have told yourself that six hours ago.”
Security escorted him out.
The door closed.
The room became quiet.
Hazel had fallen asleep against me.
I stared at her tiny face.
Then I started shaking.
Not from fear.
Not entirely.
From adrenaline.
From exhaustion.
From everything I had been holding back.
Sarah pulled a chair beside my bed.
“You’re safe.”
I nodded.
Then I whispered.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
My voice cracked.
“I know.”
“I can’t pick up my daughter without help.”
“I know.”
“My husband tried to steal everything while I was lying here.”
Sarah’s expression softened.
“I know.”
That was when I finally cried.
