I nodded and took a deep breath while telling myself to get it together. Grant needed me to be strong, but I felt weak and helpless. I was lost as to what was proper. But maybe proper didn’t matter anymore.
Not caring who saw me, I lifted Grant’s hand and intertwined my fingers with his. He was much too still. If it hadn’t been for the steady beep from the monitor and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought him dead.
The idea shook me. What if he died? What would I do without him?
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