"Foolish girl, I didn't hit my head. The bullet just grazed me," Eric said with a soft laugh. Ella's heart clenched at his words, an indescribable pain almost overwhelming her. She couldn't begin to imagine what he had endured over the past four days and three nights.
If Eric had been just a fraction slower, she might never have seen him again.
"I'm fine, really. Just a superficial wound. My luck has always been this good. Remember the fire? I was injured so badly, but I still made it through, didn't I?" Eric said as he clasped her hand tightly, a playful yet confident smile gracing his face. That unshakable self-assurance lit up his features.
Ella bit her lip, her tears now accompanied by a soft, relieved smile. Her man always seemed to have incredible luck—though it wasn't really luck. It was his strength and resilience forged through countless hardships that carried him through.
