Present—
Sitting on the bed, Dawn's temple ached as hell. Daryn was slowly massaging her head and neck as he sat behind her.
"Stop thinking about it Dawn," he replied. "You didn't do anything. Let the authorities first investigate the matter." Dawn's nervousness affected him and it made him very uncomfortable. "Think of the babies dear," he pleaded with her.
Dawn leaned back on her husband's chest. At the end of the day this was her best position—her husband's hard chest that was like a pillar of support, like home. She closed her eyes, her body shivering. Daryn pulled up the blanket and covered them.
"Who the hell was that girl who ran away from me? And why would she do that? There were paramedics waiting for her. I hope that her hatred for me was overcome by her need for medical attention." Dawn couldn't help but think about her.
