The MistakeBlitz got this stunned look on his face. “Are you certain?”
She nodded.
“But ...” Blitz seemed at a loss for words.
His reaction amused me. “I think you’re supposed to kiss your wife right now.”
This seemed to shake him: he took Mary in his arms, eyes red.
“Congratulations.” I rested my hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you go to bed? It’s getting late.”
They left for their rooms; I got a damp cloth and cleaned the blood from the hallway floor.
At the time, I didn’t understand why I put everyone in such danger. Why I defied Roy, Tony, everyone. I felt almost as out of control as I did when I used to drink all the time.
But I kept thinking: Why couldn’t they leave me alone? Why come here, beat Blitz of all people, who’d just tried to help me? It seemed so unfair.
While I
