Marks’s room. Apparently she was having a bad day, but she was still listed as stable, so that was something. I tried not to think about it, but what if she didn’t recover from this? I had missed so many years, and with the thought that she could die with things the way they were between us, I wanted to weep again. Trying to stay positive, I pushed my fears out of my head, but then thoughts of Kane settled in as well as the dread I felt at facing him again. I really didn’t want to know whatever it was he had to say, didn’t think there was anything he could say to heal the hurt he had caused. And yet I was going to see him and hear him out, because it wasn’t possible for me not to. While sitting there, hoping the doctors would give us at least five minutes with Mrs. Marks, I saw Kane appear at the end of the hall. Everything just seemed to stand still as I got my first look at him in five years. My heart rate sped up at the sight of him. He looked beautiful. His hair was still long, so it brushed his shoulders but, unlike the last time I saw him, it wasn’t messy.
