Chapter 173

Keira sat on the edge of the hospital bed, now dressed in the clean clothes Blair had brought her, soft gray leggings and an oversized plain sweatshirt that felt like heaven after two days in that filthy gown. She had taken a shower and washed her hair. Her discharge papers were signed, her prescriptions for mild pain relievers and a sleep aid if she needed them, were tucked in her purse. Dr Morris had warned her to look for signs of PTSD. All she wanted was to see Alexei before she left. Just one glimpse. One moment to reassure herself that what had happened between them in that warehouse was … more. That it had meant something. "Are you sure you feel up to walking?" Blair hovered nearby, maternal instincts in overdrive. She really hoped her sister didn't turn into a helicopter mother when the baby arrived. Sutton had always been the overprotective one. Keira offered a tired smile. "I'm fine, Blair. My legs still work." She stood to demonstrate. Every part of her body ached from the h