“I want you to go home and get some rest. Okay?”
“I don’t feel right.”
“I know, Davinder.” I guided him out of the bathroom, into my bedroom, and collected his shirt. “But you might feel better tomorrow.”
“You’re so calm.”
“I’m just not scared anymore.” I helped him with his shirt, buttoning it up for him. “I can’t explain it to you, I’m sorry. Being so close to you tonight, it sealed a wound in me I didn’t even knowI had.”
He touched my face. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He smiled, but he still looked shocked. “I’ll call you this week?”
“Call me when you can.”
When he’d left, I wrapped myself in the sheets we’d soiled and fell into a peaceful sleep.
8
Sunday evening, and I sat around the living room with Elsie, Dayton, and Fay. They’d had a wonderful weekend.
“So, how was your night?” Elsie asked, playing with Fay’s hair. She’d missed her. “You look like you had a good one.”
“I wrote a lot.”