Gavin stood across from them.
He looked pale.
Then the woman saw me.
Her face changed.
She immediately walked toward the door.
When it opened, she crossed the office and came straight to me.
“Christopher?”
“Yes.”
She reached for both of my hands.
“You came back.”
“I heard you were asking for me.”
Her eyes filled.
“I didn’t know your last name.”
“Bennett.”
“Christopher Bennett.”
She repeated it slowly, almost as if she wanted to remember it.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Better.”
“Good.”
“I owe you my life.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“You stopped.”
“So would most people.”
She looked around the office.
Then back at me.
“No, they wouldn’t.”
I knew immediately what she meant.
Cars had passed.
More than one.
She squeezed my hands.
“You stayed until the ambulance arrived.”
“Anyone should.”
“You kept me conscious.”
“I just talked.”
“You told me about your daughters.”
