Braxton shrugged, leaning back in a chair in Jonah’s room. “He’ll be fine and hopefully, when he wakes up, he’ll be cognizant of what’s going on so we can help him.” Mindy nodded as she stroked the side of Jonah’s face. Why didn’t he wake? From her perspective it hadn’t even looked as if Foy had hit him that hard. This had to have something to do with the poltergeist Jonah had re-created. “You love him.” She jolted with Braxton’s words. Did she love Jonah? Shouldn’t it be too fast for her to feel that way? Her feelings had begun six months earlier and they’d done nothing but grow into emotion she’d never known before. The very idea that he lay there unconscious and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it made her want to cry. And she didn’t do that anymore. Little things that would have led her into hysterics no longer did. She’d had a good, real dose of horror to change her perspectives on everything. Love Jonah? She looked at Braxton. “Yes, I do.”
