Part Sixty

I tried phoning James again and he answered the third time. “How is she?” I asked him, knowing that he wasn’t at home. He would spend every minute at the hospital with her.

“She’s still asleep. I feel so angry and guilty because I couldn’t protect her. I couldn’t even protect our child,” he said. His voice was filled with anguish and I wished I could change everything about that day.

“I’m sorry,” I said. What else could I say? Nothing could change the way he was feeling now and blaming himself was part of the healing process.

“When do I have to be at the house?” he asked.

“You really don’t have to be here, James,” I answered him.

“No. I need to know what Karani saw when she looked at Shoran’s memories.” James was adamant and I knew that nothing I said would keep him away.

“An hour,” I said and he ended the call.

I didn’t call him back. We all grieved in our own way and I had done the same thing. I had switched everything off, and distanced myself. I would give James all the time he ne