But instead of throwing a punch, Rhys took a deep breath and said, "We need to talk."
I relaxed a little and plopped myself down on a bench in the waiting area. I wasn't going anywhere until Aunt Louisa came out of surgery. If Rhys wanted to talk, he could go ahead. I was fully prepared to ignore every syllable.
He sat next to me and lowered his voice. "I need you to... do something for me."
I kept my eyes glued to the neon-red sign above the operating room door that screamed Surgery In Progress.
Rhys continued. "Look, I'm sorry I lost my temper that day and... hurt you. I apologize."
I turned my head slowly, like I was checking if I'd just hallucinated him saying that.
Rhys Granger, apologizing?
Was he ill?
Had the aliens finally replaced him with a half-decent h
