Chapter Sixteen. Pamela Adams.
The sergeants comforting voice, the one I focused on when I was trapped in my car tells me to take my time, to think about what I remember and not force anything, to allow my memories to return at their own pace. Just listening to him is better than any of the pain killers they have given me, so far. His eyes are ice grey, beautiful, if it is appropriate to call a man’s eyes that. His short dark hair in a buzz cut, his skin a smooth as silk. He is a stunning man. He looked tall, around six one or two when he walked in, I am not sure if his chest is as wide as it looks, because of the protective vest he is wearing, but his arms are huge. The man is as gorgeous as his voice is soothing. I feel my cheeks begin to flush. Not that anyone would notice. The nurse
