It was almost a week since Lyse's accident, Levi sat in his home office, a heavy silence filling the room. Lyse's accident and subsequent hospitalization had shaken him to his core. He had never felt so helpless, so utterly powerless.
The paparazzi furor had subsided. People were still talking but not as intensely as those first days. He spent most of his time at the hospital, beside her, hoping and praying for a miracle. Only James ever made an appearance, none of her family members ever showed up.
Her near death had gotten him to admit to himself that he loved her, truly loved her. He had also realized that forcing her to stay would be wrong. The dishonesty about who he was, their marriage, everything was just his fault and he could not stop beating himself about it.
Chris entered the room, his face etched with concern. "How is she?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.