#Chapter 41 Complicated

Mia It felt unfair. He was wonderful, and that should have been all that mattered, but it wasn't, and I really didn't see how it would ever be enough. I could still see the bodies he'd left behind and the cold, murderous look on his face. I shuddered at the thought and tried to push the thought away. It was easy to get lost in the flurry of getting Mom to surgery. I scrubbed in, my hands moving automatically through the practiced motions. The surgical scrubs made me smile. I was going to be a nurse, but I had considered becoming an NPR or even a surgeon's assistant. Mom was still awake, lying on the operating table, her eyes closed, but she opened them as I approached. “Mia,” she said softly, reaching out a hand. I took it, squeezing gently. “Albert is a good man. I could never be more grateful that he's with you." Her words were sincere, and I could see the earnestness in her eyes. The belief she had in Albert was clear, and I didn’t want to take that away from her. “I kno