Nicholas

“Are you sure she’s okay?” I ask Mom for probably the hundredth time.

“Yes, sweetheart, she’s fine,” she assures me as I watch Kenzie sleep on the bed next to me. “The pain medicine is going to keep her out of it for a couple more hours at least. That combined with the adrenaline wearing off…”

She’s explained this to me countless times, but it doesn’t make me feel any less worried that Kenzie hasn’t woken up yet. She’s lying in bed with several broken ribs, a broken wrist and numerous stitches from her battle with the piece of shit, sorry excuse for a man. Her wrists and ankles...