Walker said as he crawled into his bed next to me. “Hey,” I whispered as his strong arms wrapped around me. “I guess I fell asleep. It’s all this stupid crying.” “It’s okay, I wanted to check on you,” Walker said and brushed my cheek with a kiss. I rolled over to face him. “I feel like hell. My eyes burn from crying,” “You’re beautiful, and your eyes are even greener if that’s possible.” “What time is it?” I asked as I rubbed my face. “It’s six o’ clock,” he replied. I sighed and peered out his bedroom window at the large oak tree. “Walker, what if your aunt is right? What if nothing’s wrong with me?” “I have no doubt in my mind that she’s right, Lace. I knew there must’ve been something going on with your mom even before we talked last night, but what you told me took it to a different level. She can’t hit anyone. That’s never okay.” “If she’s sick, how did I not know? How did I not see it?” I asked as I covered my face with my hands.
