Chapter 27
I woke to Asher calling my name.
As consciousness returned, my head still throbbed painfully.
“Kristin, are you feeling any better?”
I blinked at him, still dazed. “What about you? Are you hurt?”
Remembering his legs couldn’t move, I anxiously looked him over.
His suit jacket was gone. His shirt was disheveled, missing several buttons.
His watch was missing too, and his usually neat hair was a mess.
“I’m fine. Not injured,” he assured me.
“Don’t worry. I have a tracking device on me. Someone will find us within an hour at most. Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Even in this dire situation, Asher remained composed. His confidence helped ease my anxiety.
I struggled to sit up and survey our surroundings.
We were in an abandoned warehouse–spacious but dilapidated, with rusty metal parts and wooden debris scattered across
the floor.
Muffled voice
from outside, but they were too faint to make out.
I forced myself to stand and walk to the main door, only to find it locked from the outside.
The windows were high up. I could barely reach them, and there was nothing in the warehouse I could stand on.
As I puzzled over this, strong hands suddenly lifted me up. I nearly gasped aloud.
It was Asher.
But he couldn’t walk…
I pushed my questions and shock aside, peering through the window crack and describing what I saw to him.
Asher quickly determined our location.
He set me down gently and lowered his voice. “Help will be here in fifteen minutes, max. I promise.”
I nodded, then finally allowed myself to look at his legs.
On our wedding night, I’d noticed his legs showed no signs of atrophy.
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At the time, I’d chalked it up to good physical therapy and didn’t think much of it.
I’d avoided asking about his disability, fearing it would upset him.
Now it was clear–there was nothing wrong with his legs at all.
I also realized he’d been completely calm throughout this ordeal. I was beginning to understand.
“I’ll explain everything when we get home,” he said. “Right now, we need to stay safe and wait for rescue.”
He took my hand and pulled me firmly into his arms. “Just trust me, Kristin.”
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