Dr. Hart examined my left eye carefully.
“Sadie, your eyelid is badly swollen. I need you not to force it open.”
“Am I blind?”
“We don’t know yet.”
The fear that entered my chest was so sharp that for a moment it hurt worse than my broken face.
Wyatt squeezed my hand.
“No matter what happens, I’m here.”
I turned my right eye toward him.
His face was pale. His jaw trembled with rage. There was blood on his cuff—my blood.
“My mother said you wouldn’t love me anymore.”
His expression broke.
“Don’t listen to her.”
“She said—”
“I heard what she said.”
He bent close enough that his forehead nearly touched mine.
“I loved you before tonight. I love you now. And I will love you through every surgery, every scar, every nightmare, and every courtroom.”
A tear slipped from my right eye.
It traveled into my hair.
