Jeff frowned as LM stormed out of the room.
“What’s his problem?” Missy asked.
The nurse raised the bed’s guard rail. “Okay, Ms. Farsigh! I’ll be bringing your snack menu out shortly. Mr. Farsigh, is there anything you require?”
Jeff shook his head. “I’m good.”
“Okay! I’ll be back!” The nurse left the room.
Missy smiled at Jeff. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna get better. I’ll get stronger. I’ll be able to walk again without any help or any problems.”
He smiled. “I know.”
“And I’ll run. I’ll run so fast I’ll fly. And I’ll fly into my pretty shirtless Raven’s arms. Oh, you don’t even know how much I’ve missed that. Being in his arms is one of the best places to be. I solemnly swear it is. Especially when he’s shirtless. There’s nothing better than that.”
Jeff smiled as someone slipped their arms around his waist. He didn’t look back to see who it was. He didn’t need to check. He already knew. “Yes. There’s nothing better.” He could have sworn he felt someone lean her face against his back.
If I told you I had feelings for Hildreth’s wife, what would you say?
I know there’s nothing I can say or do about it. I have too much respect for the both of them to even try. I would never do anything to ruin their marriage or our friendship. But still. I wish I could talk to you about it. You’d help me clear my head.
Because. Because I don’t know. Maybe it really isn’t love. Maybe it’s fascination.
Maybe it’s just loneliness.
I don’t know.
I wish I could talk to you about it.
I wish I could talk to you.
The hugging sensation faded away.
He did a quick turn to see.
But she was gone. If she were ever really there to start with.
He cleared his throat and turned back to her. “Sorry. I got lost in my thoughts there for a moment.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I sometimes do that too. Only I don’t keep my thoughts inside my head. I let them all run out to splash in mud puddles and have fun.”
He laughed. “I’ve noticed.”
Missy smiled happily at him. “I’m sure there’s some really deep psychological reason full of deep dark magical sadness that explains why I’m like this.” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to be trapped inside my head again. I want to be able to talk and revel in the fact that I can talk. It’s something you don’t really think or talk about. You never fully realize how amazing and wonderful and marvelous it is to be able to think something and be able to say it out loud. Until you lose that ability. Until it is stolen away from you and you’re trapped with so many words inside your head and no way to say any of them. But that isn’t me now. It will never be me again. No one will ever steal my voice from me ever again.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Farsigh. There’s nothing more we can do.”
“No.” Jeff kept his arms rigid at his sides. He knew if he raised them even a little, he’d punch the police officer in the face. He wouldn’t be able to help it. “Don’t you tell me that! My little girl is out there. She’s gone. She’s missing. You have to find her. You need to do more than just stand there like a pod person telling me ‘oh, I can’t do anything to help you. HELP ME!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Farsigh. Only thing we can do now is wait for new leads.” Jeff sank into a nearby chair. “What am I supposed to do?”
“I’m sorry.” The words escaped on him before he could reel them back. He took her hand and held it. “I’m sorry, Tessa.”