Page 18 of Running to You

He smiled. “We should see the other guy?”

She attempted a smile but didn’t think she quite managed it. “Something like that.”

He lifted the bandage from her face and dabbed more antibiotic cream there before putting a clean one on. “That should heal fast. I doubt it’ll scar. Just keep it covered.” He dropped his hands to his lap but didn’t sit back. “Sam said he saw some bruises on your upper arm. Does that hurt?”

There had been some pain in her arms when she slept, but it was nothing compared to the headache.

“A little.”

“Do you mind if I look?”

She slipped out of the sweatshirt and turned so he could see. He slid back her T-shirt and studied the front of her arm, then stood to get a look at the back. “Can I see the other one?”

She shifted to give him access, and he did the same, studying both the back and the front.

“You have bruises on both arms. No memory of how you got them?”

She shook her head.

He sat back, and she pulled on the cozy sweatshirt.

“Do you mind if Sam comes in?”

“Of course not.”

He stood and scooted away, calling, “Sam,” toward the other room.

Sam came in seconds later as if he’d been waiting for the summons. Maybe he had. He looked from Daniel to Camilla before finally meeting her eyes. “There are a few things we need to tell you.”

She expected him to sit beside her, but he chose the chair opposite Camilla. Daniel had settled beside his wife, leaving Eliza on the sofa alone. Feeling very exposed.

She focused on Sam. “What is it? Do you know where I was last night?”

“No.”

“You must have some idea. Did I go to work yesterday? What day is it?”

Everything was so confusing.

Sam rested his forearms on his knees. “It’s Saturday. I don’t know if you went to work yesterday, Eliza. I don’t know what you’ve been up to lately because…” His gaze flicked to Daniel.

Who gave him a go-ahead nod.

Sam’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “You and I aren’t together anymore.”

“What? No, that can’t be. I don’t…” Fear dripped down her spine, set her skin tingling and raised goose bumps. Everything was off. Wrong.

He’d broken up with her.

Of course he had. Mom was right. Mom was always right.

But when? And how could Eliza not remember?

She lowered her face into her hands, pressing against her temples. Her head throbbed, a low but steady drum beat.

They weren’t together.

That explained his strange reaction to her. His distance.