Chapter 51 AméLie Walker

• Amélie Walker
• The woody perfume that has been on my mind since I woke up in that hospital bed becomes even more real as he gets closer. Carefully, I move my legs over his and sit on his lap. It's almost funny to see the scene: Tom with a metal rod in his thigh to keep his leg stabilized. As for me, I had a cast on my wrist and foot.
• But just being able to look at Tom's face and see the small scars that still lingered, showing how badly he was hurt in that damn fall, made my resentment and anger toward Jacques grow even more.