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“He almost died, Finch.”
Oh, dear.
“How about this, then?” I pushed her back so I could see her face. “I promise you, and trust me that I never break a promise, I won’t let anything happen to your father. I will protect him…I’ll protect all of you.”
She cocked her head. “From things you can’t control?”
“What do you mean?”
She stepped further away but was still close. “When Mom died, I heard people talking at her funeral. They said we try so hard to keep people we love safe by going to the doctors and stuff, but it’s the things we can’t control that take them away.”
I sort of wanted to punch whoever had said that, simply because Tru had heard it.
“Tru, look at me.” She did. “You need to believe me when I say, I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t lose your father. Can you do that?”
There was a pregnant pause before she nodded.
“Good. Now, go wash your face and meet us in the living room for the rest of this horrible movie.”
She chuckled but did what I asked. I finished filling the bowls, but my mind was miles away. I’d just made a little girl a promise. It was binding, and while I meant every word of it, it was a dangerous promise to have made.
I would do everything I could to keep this family together…but would it be enough?
For the first time since I became a nurse, I didn’t want to be at the hospital. Daisy had expressed that it was important to keep up appearances.
We were waiting to hear what the court had to say regarding Easton and Milo.
As it turned out, Tru wasn’t having dreams, which made Daisy believe the gift was transferred to the men only.
There was no familial line from Willow to the Koopers, so I suspected it had everything to do with the fact that Easton was born in a place where Willow was buried and with the birth of Milo, it was shared with him. But it was all in theory. We’d never be able to prove any of it.
“Finch, hey.” Jemma waved. I hadn’t spoken to Jemma in a while. Last time was the day I shot her down when she’d wanted to know details about the Koopers.
“Hi, Jemma, what’s up?”
“I haven’t seen you in forever. Where have they been hiding you?”
“I’ve been all over.” I gathered my things and made to move around her.
“Wait.” She sighed. “I wanted to apologize.”
“For?” Yeah, I was giving her attitude.
“I intruded on your privacy and that of your patient. That was unprofessional of me.”
That was actually nice to hear. “I accept your apology, Jemma. I know it was an odd situation. I shouldn’t have been snappy, but I do hold the privacy of my patients very seriously.”
“I get it, I do.”
“It’s water under the bridge.”
“Absolutely.” She beamed. “Will you let me buy you lunch today to seal the apology?”
I glanced at my phone. “I eat in one hour. I’d love to have lunch with you, but you don’t need to pay.”
“I was going to see if you wanted to go to the diner across from the hospital.”
That sounded nice. The hospital had really good food, but getting out was what I needed.
