Chapter 338
Elliot
I look at my reflection in the hospital mirror.
The bruises are fading. The cuts are healing. But I still look wrong. Hollow. Broken. Not the face I want her to see.
I can't see her like this.
Before those bastards attacked me, it was going well. She was looking at me, listening to me, seeing me. Three days of walking through her garden, sitting by her fountain, talking about things that mattered. Three days of her attention, her focus, her time.
We were close.
Things were progressing.
I touch my face. The bruise under my eye is yellow now, fading, but still there. Still ugly. Still wrong.
This just had to happen.
Just my fucking luck.
"Elliot?"
I turn. Dr. Wang is in the doorway, his face soft with concern.
"You should be resting."
"I can't rest." I turn back to the mirror. "I look like—"
"You look like someone who survived something terrible." He crosses the room, stands behind me, meets my eyes in the glass. "Someone who's healing."
