Page 237 of Broken Saint

I thought Seattle was our second chance. But I was wrong.

We still had secrets then. We were still trying to be the people we thought the other needed.

But now…everything has been laid out on the table.

Our deepest, darkest secrets have been exposed along with our pain.

Pain that we’ve been forced to endure alone all this time.

But is he right? Can we do this together from here on out?

Can we embrace each other’s pain and find a way to finally heal from the nightmares of our past?

A smile pulls at my lips. It feels foreign after so long, but it also feels right.

“Are you sure, Ella? We need to discuss some things that?—”

“I’m sure,” I say, holding Colt’s eyes. “Colt and I don’t have any secrets anymore.”

His lips twitch a beat before he nods in agreement. The movement is slight, but I see it clear as day.

“I love you,” he mouths, making my chest tighten.

The nurses move around me, checking my vitals and doing whatever they need to do.

A million and one questions dance on the tip of my tongue, but while his eyes hold mine captive, I can’t voice any of them.

None of them really matter.

He’s here.

He came.

“You’re going to need to have some therapy sessions before the doctors are able to talk about discharging you.”

I swallow thickly, hating the prospect but knowing that I signed myself up for this.

“I’ll organize for the best therapist I can find,” Colt promises.

One of the nurses gives him a double take, but she doesn’t seem to know who he is, and he doesn’t offer up any information.

“O-okay. Your vitals are looking okay. Your blood pressure is a little lower than we’d like. Your blood…”

“Her blood’s what?” Colt asks when she hesitates.

“Are you sure you don’t want to discuss this alone, Ella?” the nurse asks again.

I nod my head as dread grows in my stomach.

I’ve fucked my body about so much with this bullshit illness over the years, it’s hard to believe that they’re happy with anything right now.

I basically starved myself until I passed out. There is nothing good about that.

“Just tell me,” I force out, needing to know what it is.

“Okay,” she agrees, looking between Colt and me one more time. “Did you know that you’re pregnant, Ella?”

The room falls silent as I stare at the nurse who just spoke, her words floating around me like a whisper in the wind.