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because of his stupid threats. Look where they had gotten him. Look where they had gotten her.
    “Mr. Renaldi?”
    He turned his head to find a petite nurse dressed in rose-colored scrubs standing before him, her short dark hair gleaming under the lights. “Yes?” he asked hoarsely.
    “If you’d like to see your wife, she’s in the ICU.”
    See his wife. Yes, he would very much like to see his wife. “Thank you.”
    The nurse gave him quick directions and he walked slowly down the hallway, fear making his steps feel heavy. He wanted to see Amber. He needed to see her. But what if…
    What if he didn’t like what he found?
    And by that what if she looked terrible and had every tube possible stuck in her? And what if she looked damaged beyond repair? He knew the guilt would be worse. So much worse. He didn’t think he could handle that.
    Amber probably can’t handle lying there in so much fucking pain her brain pushed her into a coma, so who are you to feel sorry for yourself?
    Lifting his chin, Vince picked up his pace, the self-pep talk urging him on. He was being a pitiful, weak mess when right now, he was the one who needed to be strong. Not only for himself, but for Amber and for her family.
    He’d called her mother practically the moment it happened, trying his best to be calm while Amber’s mom, Barbara, fell completely apart. They lived in Oregon, a world away from New York, and she’d been frantic, hysterical, as she asked if she should hop on a plane and come be with her daughter. Vince didn’t want to deal with a hysterical woman he barely knew and had reassured her it wasn’t necessary, but now…he wasn’t so sure. Shouldn’t her parents be by her side? He might’ve made the wrong choice.
    Amber was close to them and had always felt this heavy sense of obligation toward them. She took care of the entire Hall family even though both of her parents worked—or at least tried to, considering her father’s stints in and out of rehab. There was no money there. None. He didn’t understand, considering that Amber sent the majority of her income to her mother, but she never divulged a real reason why the money went so quickly. He didn’t understand it.
    One of the many secrets his wife kept from him that drove him crazy.
    He entered the ICU and questioned the nurse behind the desk where Amber was and she gave him directions. When he came to the room, he stopped, peering into the open door. A nurse was there, moving about the room, so he crept carefully inside, the beeping of the monitor low in the otherwise silent room.
    As soon as she was out of trouble, he would demand his wife have a private room. For now, this would have to do. The bed was against the center of the wall and Amber lay there, covered in a snow white blanket, her hair a blonde, still-matted-with-blood, halo around her head, spread all over the pillow. A bandage was wound around her forehead and stretched across her right cheek.
    The gash, the one that had made her face so bloody. He hadn’t even asked the doctor about it, but he remembered it was deep.
    Career-threatening deep, possibly.
    Vince went to her, pausing at the side of the bed. He was on her left side, which was best because her right arm was casted from her knuckles to above her elbow. A tube was in her mouth, there were bruises on her face, and he grabbed hold of the chair that sat against the wall near him, pulling it close so he could topple into it before he collapsed.
    God. He’d done this to her. She looked so small, so fragile and damaged. He hated this. What he’d done. His carelessness, the stupid fight they’d gotten into. He both loved and hated her independent spirit, the one that believed she needed to take care of everyone and no one could ever take care of her.
    She needed to be taken care of right now, though. Oh, how she would hate this. Knowing that she lay in a hospital bed, in a coma and helpless, unable to do anything, not even move.
    “You will