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Renee That big i***t must have been feeling guilty as hell, because he showed up at the hospital again just a couple of hours after he left the first time. He brought a little bag of Olivia’s things, and arranged them on her bedside table with so much care, it was almost heartbreaking. I wanted to be mad at him, I wanted to blame him for what had happened to my sister, but somehow, I just couldn’t. “Why don’t you go home for a bit,” he suggested, running a hand through his hair, which already looked like it had been combed by a tornado. “I’ll sit with her and keep her company for a while.” I looked doubtfully at my sister. How would she feel about Josiah sitting at her bedside? What would she say if she opened her eyes and found him in the chair? I have a feeling she’d probably te