WILLA
"But I'm not," I tried to joke, but the words fell flat.
Verah squeezed me even tighter, her body shaking with fresh sobs. "Don't say that."
"Sorry," I muttered into her shoulder.
She cried for another long minute, her raw, hiccuping sobs the only sound filling the hospital room. When the tears finally slowed, she pulled back, wiping at her messy face.
"Why would you scare me like that?!" she demanded, scowling through puffy eyes.
"It wasn't my intention," I said softly.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't yours," she replied bitterly. "It was because of him, and I hope he rots in prison!"
I let out a weak laugh, but it died quickly as her words sank in.
I frowned. "What do you mean by prison?"
"He's arrested. Attempted manslaughter or whatever they charged him with," she said, voice dripping with disgust.
What?
I stared at her, stunned. That was the last thing I expected to hear.
"Why?" I asked, my frown deepening.
"Why what?" Verah shot back.
