His words came back to her so clearly that they could have been from last night.
Not as much as you’re scaring me, Marc.
She frowned. Why had she said that to him? And had it been last night? Lately, it seemed all the days ran together.
“Anna, are you still there?”
“Yes.” She recalled Mary Ellen’s words from earlier. That’s what Marc really wants. To start over, no more secrets between the two of you.
Secrets?
“Did something happen while I was in the coma?” Anna asked, a trembling in her voice she couldn’t control.
“What do you mean?” Mary Ellen sounded wary now.
Anna wasn’t sure exactly what she meant. “Marc is so different.”
“Anna, of course he’s different. How could he not be different after everything that has happened?”
She looked toward the hospital-room window. She knew she should stop, but it was as if too long, pent-up emotions had burst loose inside her.
She knew she should be talking about this with Gillian, not Mary Ellen. Gillian would understand. She wasn’t so sure Mary Ellen could, especially given her recent “friendship” with Marc. But Anna couldn’t seem to hold it back any longer.
“He’s like a stranger, Mary Ellen. I don’t know him. He…” She choked, unable to say the words out loud, even though she’d been thinking them for a long while now. She’d woken up after six months in a coma to a complete stranger who frightened her.
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