There she went again, letting things matter too much to her. An odd feeling of guilt assailed her, though she knew it was ridiculous, but it was as if she had let bun down somehow, reduced nun to the level of being too unimportant in her life for her to remember how he looked. Something about him should have been familiar, despite the disfiguring bruises and swelling. Even though it had been five years, she had once loved him. The events of the previous day were mostly a blur, except for the crystal-clear memory she had of the injured man in the hospital. When Jay awoke the next morning she lay very still in the bed, staring around the unfamiliar hotel room and trying to orient herself. "I'll notify our people that you've verified his identity. Very faintly, her face white, she said, "Then he must be Steve, mustn't he?"Ī flash of relief crossed Payne's face, then was gone before she could be certain it was there. She hadn't felt any sense of recognition for the man at all, but she was still dazed by the storm of emotion he had caused in her: pity, yes, but also awe, that he was still alive and fighting, and an almost staggering respect for the determination and sheer guts he must have. "Brown hair and brown eyes."įor a moment the import of that didn't register then her eyes widened. "It's on his medical sheet," he said quietly.
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