“Cherity… Garland is your husband,” I said guiltily. “You injured him. You should go see him. Otherwise, I… I won’t be able to live with myself.”
Ruffling my hair gently, she sighed and said, “You’re really always so kind, my love.”
When she mentioned her husband, her voice turned cold, and she scoffed.
“Garland isn’t that fragile. He can take care of himself. He’s not like you—always needing someone by your side, needing care. Don’t worry about him,” she said firmly.
“And besides, he’s the one who hurt Cady,” she added, her tone turning sharp. “Thank goodness the doctor said she’s fine. If anything had happened to her, that bullet wouldn’t have just hit Garland’s arm.”
She pulled me into her arms, holding me tightly, as if afraid someone would take me away.
“From now on, no one is allowed to hurt you or Cady,” she whispered. “Whoever tries—I’ll make sure they regret it.”
For seven straight days, we traveled together. She stayed by my side, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like the world belonged to just the three of us.
Garland’s POV
On the day I was discharged, I received a text message.
[Your identity cancellation has been successfully processed.]
Ashwyn had already packed my suitcase.