Jane
Spinning to face Paisley, I find her sitting up in bed, her green eyes wide but still glazed with the remnants of sleep. This is the first time since the surgery that she’s seemed truly lucid, and I have to fight every protective instinct in my body to immediately begin interrogating her about who visited her before she went under.
“Hello my love.” I greet her, crossing the room to sit at the edge of her bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Funny.” Paisley answers with a yawn. “Why were you swearing, Mommy?”
Brushing her hair back from her face, I offer her a lopsided smile. “I was just feeling a little out of sorts.” I confess, “But I shouldn’t have said those things.”
Paisley leans forward, raising her hand to her mouth and secretively whispering “I’s heard Daddy say some of dose word
