It was afternoon when Annalise opened her eyes. Nelson was lying beside her, watching her. “Are you okay?” he asked her with concern.
“Yes,” she said with a blissful smile.
“Can you walk?” he asked her. Annalise nodded, getting up to go to the en-suite to freshen up. When she returned, Nelson wasn’t there in the room. She wore a pair of jeans and a top that Sienna had kept in the closet for her. She went outside to see Nelson getting ready to go fishing.
“Let’s catch a big trout for dinner. C’mon. My treat,” he offered. He led her outside, and they sat at the edge of the pier to fish. Annalise folded her jeans and dipped her legs into the water, feeling their cool depth.
“I hope Aunt Emily doesn’t lodge a missing report at the police station,” said Annalise with dread.
“Of course
