“Bell…” Galen sighed.
“Be quiet, Galen,” Bell said softly.
Galen pursed his lips and hung his head.
“I thought he was going to kill me the night he broke my jaw,” Bell began. “I was sure that when my head hit the ground, I was never opening my eyes again.”
Galen clenched his jaw.
“I woke up in that clinic, my jaw wired shut, and I cried,” she said, swallowing down the lump in her throat. “I cried because I had woken up.”
Galen looked up, his eyes fell on hers. He saw the pain, the fear. Angry tears in a haunted expression. It broke his heart. He licked his lips and then moved further onto the bed to sit beside her. Pressing his back to the headboard and gently taking her hand in his.
Bell leaned her head against his shoulder.
