Bella's brows dip when she notices me.
Alone.
I stop her before she asks. "I wanted to talk."
"Is something wrong?"
"Not in the traditional sense." I try to ease her mind, but it's hard when I'm so on edge. "Dr. Denali says you'll be released soon."
"Oh, that." She nibbles her lower lip.
"Are you coming home?" I palm my nape. "With Masie and me?"
"Is that what you want?" she asks, shifting her gaze away. "Even if I'm not… don't love you?"
Twisting.
Gnawing.
Pain.
"We have a spare room." It fucking hurts.
"I'll give it some thought."
