“I also lied to you.”
“Yes.”
I looked toward the recovery wing.
“We will deal with that later.”
A nurse appeared.
“She is asking for both of you.”
Noah inhaled sharply.
I took his hand.
The best friend I had almost misjudged forever.
Inside the room, Gracie lay against white pillows.
Her face was pale.
Her curls were damp against her forehead.
Beside her were two tiny bundles wrapped in hospital blankets.
When she saw us, she smiled.
“I did it.”
Noah crossed the room and kissed her forehead.
“You did.”
Gracie looked at me.
“He told you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you mad?”
“Yes.”
Her smile weakened.
“Not at you.”
“Oh.”
She immediately looked relieved.
“I told him if I didn’t wake up, he had to explain everything.”
“You woke up.”
“I know.”
She looked at Noah.
“So technically, he didn’t have to tell you.”
Noah gave a stunned laugh.
