Chapter 3When Emma casually informed him she had requested the day off, Jesse knew something was going on. His first thought was of the hospital. They were going to make him go. They were going to take him together. They weren’t going to give him a choice, and he couldn’t resist both of them. Not if they really wanted to send him away. But Emma made toast and coffee and didn’t mention the hospital at all.
She did, however, frown when Jesse pulled on a T-shirt that had once fit well, but was now too big. He wasn’t sure if she disapproved because the shirt hung off his frame, or if it was because he insisted on covering himself. He never had a problem wandering around the apartment in various states of undress before, but now he was acutely self-conscious.
The deep cuts on his abdomen had
