The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 58

Jackson still hadn’t come back, so Petty waited quietly outside the changing room.

Harris walked up from the end of the hall, carrying a steaming cup. He handed it to her with a small smile. “Hot milk. Didn’t sleep well, huh? You look a little out of it.”

“Thanks, Harris.” Petty took the cup with both hands, caught off guard by how quickly he noticed.

The truth was, she hadn’t slept well at all. Getting jumped had only made her insomnia worse. After Hassan died, her sleep improved a little, but she wasn’t anywhere near back to normal.

Harris and Galen were Franco’s oldest friends, practically family. They had grown up together and spent a lot of time at the White estate. Galen was a chatterbox, but Petty hardly ever spoke with Harris.

Not knowing what to say, she kept her head down and took a sip of milk.

Then Harris’s voice came from above, gentle but concerned. “Are you feeling better now?”

Petty paused, a little surprised.

Harris went on, “When I came back, I heard about Hassan. Galen mentioned he had someone hurt you before... Were you badly hurt?”

Petty shook her head. “It wasn’t too bad. I’m okay now.”

But honestly, her ear still hadn’t fully healed. Every now and then, it would start ringing again.

“That’s good to hear.”

Just then, Harris’s phone started ringing. He pulled it out, checked the screen, and answered. “Franco.”

Petty’s grip on her cup tightened. She kept her eyes down and drank her milk in silence.

“We’re getting Grandma changed for her ultrasound. I’m here with her, you don’t have to come,” Harris said into the phone.

Adelaide had been raised as a proper lady, well educated, and she knew she shouldn’t scold her grandson in public. Still, she couldn’t stop herself. She was already holding back a lot for Petty’s sake.

“Seems like you’ve got plenty of energy left, at least enough to yell at me.” Franco took the test results from the doctor, gave them a quick look, and saw that everything was fine.

He handed the papers to Petty, his voice low and steady. “Keep these for me.”

Petty looked at his hand, the long fingers holding out the chart, and felt a strange tension in her chest, like soda fizzing up and trying to escape. She reached out and took the papers.

“Grandma.”

Just then, the elevator doors slid open and a soft voice floated over.

Without missing a beat, Petty tucked the chart into her bag. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Laura sitting in a wheelchair with a bandage across her forehead. She must have gotten hurt.