A day later, I was feeling much better. Our large family could barely fit in the room. Mrs. Numero was feeling more like herself, though she did smack me for always putting myself in dangerous situations.
I noticed a strain in Richard and his father's conversations, and my dad seemed to start regretting the arranged marriage. Trust me, Dad, sometimes I do too. No one said anything about Sam, and I didn't bother to ask yet—I'd ask Richard when we were alone.
I didn't know how much everyone knew. There were so many things said that day, so many things to catch up on. Every time I shut my eyes now, the events of that night all those years ago replayed in my dreams. But this time, I could see his face—smiling down wickedly at me.
Dr. Sanders entered the room, her gaze sweeping over the balloons, cards, pillows, and blankets. I think I received more gifts than I did for my wedding—though those were mostly cash gifts.
"Okay, everyone, my patient needs rest."
