Chapter Seven

He turned almost immediately, Ray and I looked at each other, and he continued feeding me.

"You have a hell of an appetite for someone who has been unconscious for three days," Ray teased me.

All I could do was smile, and I laid down to rest.

* * * * *

"It has been one week now, and your healing is just fine, Tilda," Ray said, sounding so concerned.

"I don't know if I should be glad or maybe I should go into mourning," I replied, wearing a depressed look.

Ray has never left my side since I woke up; he spends most of his time with me, telling me stories and trying everything he can to make me comfortable. It felt as if he wanted me to forget the real reason I lost consciousness, but how could I, when I knew the kind of fate that awaited me?

How can I forge ahead as if nothing happened? I prayed each day that I should have remained unconscious or even dead rather than face the cross that Mace is about to dish out to me.

Ray has been avoiding the topic, trying his best not to mention it,