“Alexander?” Sammy’s hoarse whisper pulls me out of my walk down memory lane, and I lift my head and look at him.
“I’m here.”
His eyes are little more than narrow slits, and he squeezes them shut and opens them again slowly, as though he’s making sure I’m not a hallucination. He turns his hand and laces his fingers with mine, making my breath stutter to a halt.
“What are you doing here?”
“David called me.”
“David called you.” It’s not a question, more like an unsurprised statement. “Why?”
I sweep my thumb over the back of his hand. “Because you’re in the hospital.” I keep my voice low.
His eyes flutter closed, and a sigh escapes him. “That’s not a reason.”
“Seems legit to me.”
Gently, he releases his grip on me and wiggles his hand free, hiding it under the blanket. “I told you to
