Chapter 47

• I hate I had to fly home. It’s Ryan’s week with the kids, but they need me. He brought them to my house for the night, thinking they’d be more comfortable in their regular rooms. He was right, and I don’t mind. He hangs around a little while to let me collect my thoughts, hug and talk to the kids, and clean up a bit. I keep my shower short because I start to think too much. And checking my phone every thirty seconds isn’t helping, either.
• Dash is fine, for the most part. The knife didn’t go in too deep, and it missed the carotid artery and whatever other important veins and nerves there were. He was alert and stable when I left the hospital. But the adrenaline coursing through my veins hasn’t settled. I haven’t heard from anyone since I left. I don’t know how Poppy’s holding up, or whether Dash was released. And I know I need to be handling PR for this episode.
• Putting on my most comfortable pajamas, I hear the doorbell ring and come out of my bedroom, finding Ryan at the door taking a couple of sacks of food. “You ordered?” I ask him.