The doctors had told me the truth in quiet voices. They didn’t know if she would ever recover. The beating had caused internal bleeding in her brain. She might never wake up.
I sat by her bed, my fingers wrapped around her cold hand. I whispered to her every night. I told her I was sorry. I told her to fight. But she never moved.
My phone buzzed. I wiped my eyes and picked it up.
“Princess,” a voice said. It was Roy.
His tone was firm, “Are you ready to leave? Do you have the divorce papers? I gave you seven days. Your time will be up tomorrow.”
I pressed my lips together, staring at Jane’s pale face. “I’ll be ready,” I whispered. “By tomorrow. I’m almost done gathering all the evidence I need.”
“Good. I’ll be waiting, Princess, I hope you keep your words,” Roy said and the line went dead.
I sighed and dropped the phone onto the bed. I kissed Jane’s forehead. “I’ll fix this, I promise.”
The door creaked open. My heart leapt, thinking it was a doctor. But instead, Jason walked in.
I stood, my hands balling into fists. “What do you want? Haven’t you done enough?”