The Don's Regret: Losing His Life Saver

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the throbbing center of my concussion. I sat on the edge of the paper-covered exam ta

Barron payroll-snipped the last

oves with a snap. "You have a mild concussion. No sleep

world, sympathy was a hemorrh

waiting area, clutching the envelope Esther had thrown at me like a se

entirel

rs of the private wai

hands. For a fleeting second, a foolish, treacherous part of

saw C

bing into the crook of his neck

perfectly to carry through the cracked door. "She looked

aw set in a hard line. "She kno

se," she added, her voice dropping to a manipu

the concussion, but from the sheer toxicity

r my face, mingling with the phantom scent of pool water. I pulled my phon

oice steady despite the pounding in m

rised. "We didn't think you'd ever le

edia

d to pack. I had to erase myself

led home for three years. I went straight to my small room off the kitchen. I didn't take much. Just m

leton in his wheelchair, me laughing as I pushed him through th

e frame and ripped it in h

min

ain living area. It wasn't

y suitcase under th

ch. His face was ashen, sweat beading on his forehead. Charly

t me. The arrogance from the pool was gone,

engaging automatically. I scanned him.

you eat?

carbonara," h

pouring heavy cream into the

cheese," she said pr

said, my voice freezing over. "He cannot process heavy dairy

down with a clatter. "Oh, please. He's a g

a guttural groan tea

"Don't eat anymore. You need enzym

ing at me as if his pain was my doing.

o your system,"

minda!" he shouted. "Stop le

ng her reality. She treated him like a healthy man, and he was w

" I wh

I walked back and set them on the table. Charly brought a fresh bowl

pered, loud enough for me to hear. "She

hen at the pasta. His hand tre

e muttered, shoving a forkful of

swallowing the food that would hurt him, realizing with