“I should get going,” Liam said, standing. He squeezed my hand gently. “We’ll talk more later, okay?”
I nodded, although I doubted there was much left to say. Liam was a good friend, but he didn’t understand. He never would.
After Liam left, Sarah hastily moved to fluff my pillows before I could even sit up. The movement jostled my head, making me wince as pain shot through my skull where I’d slammed it on the tiles the other night.
“Careful,” I muttered.
“Sorry.” Sarah giggled. “You just look so fragile lying there. Like you might break if I breathe on you wrong.”
I bit back my first response, which would have involved several colorful words about where she could shove her observations. Instead, I just said flatly, “I’m recovering from a head injury.”
“Of course yo
