“Cathy”

Dante stayed where he was as the doctor did his prying and prodding.

He heard what she said, and the nurse had confirmed it as well.

Cathy. Catherine? Kathlyn?

She did not look like a Cathy.

He could see beyond the skinny frame to what she could be.

What she was meant to look like. Her warm, caramel skin was marked with scars and bandages at the moment and she looked much too skinny for her body.

The doctor told him not all her injuries were caused by the accident.

They found broken shards of glass in her skin.

He remembered the terror in her face when she saw...