While I Was Dying, She Was Loving Him
With the last of my strength, I fumbled my phone out of my pocket, raised it shakily to my ear, and gasped out between ragged breaths, "Blaire... I... I've been in an accident..."
As I felt my life slipping away, a wave of terror crashed over me.
What would happen to Blaire Kennedy if I died?
I bit down hard on my tongue, forcing myself to stay conscious. "Blaire... if I don't make it through this... take care of yourself. Besides the house and the car, I've also been putting away a quiet savings account for you—a few hundred thousand in CDs. The deposit slips are tucked in—"
"Jim, there's no one else here. You don't have to put on this act. I don't have time for your little performance righ