to, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. Things have happened that are out of my control, and I have been doing the best that I can.”
“Stop, Harrison! It sounds like you are blaming me for the attack. Please tell me that I misunderstand because I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive you otherwise.”
“Dear God, Danielle” He is shaking and shouting. ‘Don’t you understand….I almost lost you! I almost lost the woman I love...again! I would not have been able to live with myself, if I had lost you.” With that, he is off the bed and has me in his arms as his whole body is shaking and convulsing against me. He is hanging onto me and crushing me with a ferocity that releases all of my anger and replaces it with compassion and understanding. This man loves me, and he wasn’t trying to deceive me, he was terrified of losing me.
After several minutes of holding one another li ke this, I feel his body relax. He finally pulls away from me. Without looking at me, he turns and walks toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I hear the water running in the shower. I decide that I should go in and join him and I turn the handle only to discover he has locked me out. Now I am confused.
I lie down on the bed and crawl under the covers. I must have fallen asleep because when I wake up, it is pitch black in the room, and I hear the gentle rise and fall of Harrison breathing. I look at him in the moonlight, and my heart begins to burst with love for this man. My eyes fill with tears, as I think about what he must have gone through while I was in a coma. If roles were reversed, I would have felt so helpless and desperate. I can’t imagine how I would have coped, had he been the one in the hospital. Harrison is so in control and capable where I am so unsure of myself and still getting my legs firmly planted beneath me. I look to Harrison as my rock and my foundation. If he were taken away from me, I don’t know how I could live without him. I am sore at him for not telling me sooner, but I cannot be mad at a man who would part the Red Sea for me, if he could. His breakdown tonight showed me a side of him that I never knew existed, but I had hoped it was there. It scares me to see him so vulnerable. I almost hope that I never see that side of him again. It was intense grief and terror that brought that side of him to the surface, and I hope for rest of our lives we never experience that again. I wiggle closer to Harrison and wrap myself around him. He makes a contented cooing sound, and I drift back to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Three days later, it is Thanksgiving Day and our home is abuzz with activity in making final preparations for our family feast. My parents have driven into town from the beach. They are staying, once again, at Harrison’s Hotel downtown. Simone is going to join us after her family function this afternoon. She is taking Garrin with her as her date. It will be fun to have Garrin here at the table with us, as Harrison’s brother, not employee. Marion’s claims were confirmed, and the whole story about Garrin being Harrison’s half-brother turned out to be true. It has caused some drama, but it is my understanding that Harrison’s parents seem to be handling it well. I am willing to bet that behind closed doors, it might be another matter, but they are not letting on otherwise.
Harrison had the little metal piece that I found in my jacket pocket delivered to the detective yesterday. He received a phone call from the detective that it was an exact match to the cuff link found in my condo. Since I have left Simone’s, there haven’t been anymore odd happenings there, much to my relief. She claims that it’s because she has Garrin there to protect her. I just have to laugh at her.
I put the finishing touches on my makeup and carefully arrange the clip of hair to cover my bald spot, courtesy of Clarke. I find it creepy to be pinning someone else’s hair onto my head, but
“Stop, Harrison! It sounds like you are blaming me for the attack. Please tell me that I misunderstand because I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive you otherwise.”
“Dear God, Danielle” He is shaking and shouting. ‘Don’t you understand….I almost lost you! I almost lost the woman I love...again! I would not have been able to live with myself, if I had lost you.” With that, he is off the bed and has me in his arms as his whole body is shaking and convulsing against me. He is hanging onto me and crushing me with a ferocity that releases all of my anger and replaces it with compassion and understanding. This man loves me, and he wasn’t trying to deceive me, he was terrified of losing me.
After several minutes of holding one another li ke this, I feel his body relax. He finally pulls away from me. Without looking at me, he turns and walks toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I hear the water running in the shower. I decide that I should go in and join him and I turn the handle only to discover he has locked me out. Now I am confused.
I lie down on the bed and crawl under the covers. I must have fallen asleep because when I wake up, it is pitch black in the room, and I hear the gentle rise and fall of Harrison breathing. I look at him in the moonlight, and my heart begins to burst with love for this man. My eyes fill with tears, as I think about what he must have gone through while I was in a coma. If roles were reversed, I would have felt so helpless and desperate. I can’t imagine how I would have coped, had he been the one in the hospital. Harrison is so in control and capable where I am so unsure of myself and still getting my legs firmly planted beneath me. I look to Harrison as my rock and my foundation. If he were taken away from me, I don’t know how I could live without him. I am sore at him for not telling me sooner, but I cannot be mad at a man who would part the Red Sea for me, if he could. His breakdown tonight showed me a side of him that I never knew existed, but I had hoped it was there. It scares me to see him so vulnerable. I almost hope that I never see that side of him again. It was intense grief and terror that brought that side of him to the surface, and I hope for rest of our lives we never experience that again. I wiggle closer to Harrison and wrap myself around him. He makes a contented cooing sound, and I drift back to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Three days later, it is Thanksgiving Day and our home is abuzz with activity in making final preparations for our family feast. My parents have driven into town from the beach. They are staying, once again, at Harrison’s Hotel downtown. Simone is going to join us after her family function this afternoon. She is taking Garrin with her as her date. It will be fun to have Garrin here at the table with us, as Harrison’s brother, not employee. Marion’s claims were confirmed, and the whole story about Garrin being Harrison’s half-brother turned out to be true. It has caused some drama, but it is my understanding that Harrison’s parents seem to be handling it well. I am willing to bet that behind closed doors, it might be another matter, but they are not letting on otherwise.
Harrison had the little metal piece that I found in my jacket pocket delivered to the detective yesterday. He received a phone call from the detective that it was an exact match to the cuff link found in my condo. Since I have left Simone’s, there haven’t been anymore odd happenings there, much to my relief. She claims that it’s because she has Garrin there to protect her. I just have to laugh at her.
I put the finishing touches on my makeup and carefully arrange the clip of hair to cover my bald spot, courtesy of Clarke. I find it creepy to be pinning someone else’s hair onto my head, but
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