STONES OF FIRE

By Tessa Harvey

CHAPTER TEN

Diane sat opposite her son,  waiting for him to awaken. She had kept vigil all night and was still in some pain herself from her injuries. Clive Neilson had been to keep her company and he had been welcome as she had scrambled to hold on to her sanity after her son had almost been murdered by her husband.

She blamed herself a little, but he had been so charming and handsome and caring and she had been innocent and trusting.

The bullet had furrowed the boy's scalp. Had it not been for the fact Robert had stumbled...she shuddered, knowing what a skilled shooter Walt was and wondered again if prayer had helped. John had called and said he had been called to pray at that time.

A small voice whispered "mum?" Diane turned , so grateful and gave her boy a gentle hug. "You are the best boy in the world," she murmured. 

"Will I die?" he again whispered. "No," his mum said, her voice teary. "God kept you safe. Maya told me what happened. She was upset by all the blood."

"Girls!" her son murmured, and promptly fell into a calm and natural sleep.

Diane tiptoed out to tell the nurse her son had spoken, then decided to go home for a few hours.