Surely there is no omnipotent power that would allow me to suffer losing the other woman I’ve loved.
“She’ll wake up.”
Harper clears her throat. “Tristan, I know you don’t want to contemplate it, but…”
I shake my head. “There are no buts. She’ll wake up. She’ll be fine. I’ll fix the mess I made, and then you’re all going to be nice, because I love her. Understand?”
My three sisters look at each other and then at me.
Harper first. “Sure.”
Then Veronica. “I’ll be nice.”
And lastly Fallon. “I promise to do my best.”
I glare at her.
She throws her hands up. “Fine. I’ll be nice to her andonlyher. The rest of the Gatlins are assholes.”
I’ll take it.
I’m about to say something when my phone rings. It’s Lark’s dad.
I quickly swipe the phone. “Hello?”
“Tristan, you need to get here—fast.”
Chapter 39
Lark
“Tristan,” I croak, looking around the room, completely confused. I had a tube down my throat when I woke, and they removed it after I started freaking out.
They explained quickly that I was okay, that I was injured and to just rest.
I have no idea how long ago that was, because I must’ve fallen back asleep before waking again.
“He’s coming, sweetheart,” my mother’s voice says.
“Momma?”
“Yes, baby, I’m right here.”
I open my eyes slowly, the light so bright it actually hurts.
There’s beeping and movement all around me.
Dear God, my head is pounding.
I move my arm up to my temple, pulling on a tube in my hand.
“Easy there, Lark,” a soft male voice says. “I’m Dr. Siesler, and I’m just going to take a look at you, make sure everything is all right.”
I let out a whimper because nothing feels all right.
The doctor shines a bright-ass light in my eyes, moves my arms, and tests my muscle movement.
Being careful since my head is throbbing, I let my lashes flutter open, taking in the scene. I’m clearly in the hospital. My parents are standing on the right side of the bed, my mother wrapped in Daddy’s arms. On the other side is who I’m assuming is the doctor, based on the lab coat.
