Chapter 12

Gideon leaned down to adjust Sadie's hospital gown. As his fingers moved carefully, her icy hand suddenly clamped around his wrist. "Fake sympathy," she muttered, her gaze fixed on the scar peeking from beneath his watchband. He didn't reply, silently withdrawing his hand. The morning light streamed through the blinds, slicing the room into fragmented patterns of light and shadow. He carefully blew on the spoonful of porridge to cool it before softly coaxing, "Sadie, try this…" Before...