"Put that down and stay away from it."
"I was kidding. Jesus." She stomped down the stairs.
Boomer came up and nuzzled my hand. "You love me, right?" I asked. He licked my hand in affirmation.
The travel and stress of my injuries caught up with me. I lay back against Poe's clothes and closed my eyes. To my surprise, tears started to leak out. Though he didn't deserve it, I missed Bobby. I missed Boston. I missed Roseline and the hospital and Dr. Breckenridge, that old flirt.
I missed my old life and the old me, the way things were before, when Bobby and I were still new, and life seemed so perfect and clean and pure.
I wasn't wanted here. There was a pretty huge chance that coming back had been a big mistake.