CHAPTER 6
STEPHANIE
Galen warns me he isn’t perfect. He invites me to choose between him and some aunt I can’t even remember meeting after assuring me he was a horrible husband who I had every right to leave behind in Louisiana.
Then, when I choose him, he immediately starts disproving the horrible husband deserving of abandonment part.
He shows up bright and early on discharge day with clothes that aren’t a blue-and-white patterned hospital gown. But my immense gratitude gives way to alarm when he proceeds to start dressing me himself.
“I’m not a baby,” I remind him as he pulls a T-shirt down over my head. “Nothing’s broken other than my memories. I can put on my own clothes.”
“I like taking care of you,” he informs me with a devastating smile. “Can you indulge me on this one, ma be
