fered zero warmth against th

lass conservatory. The cool air-conditioning seeped through the thin fabric. The doctor had just

gh drifted through t

he gap in the rosebushes, s

ospital gown. Her hair was half-dry, framing her face in soft

ritany pouted, leaning closer to him. "Si

strand of hair behind Britany's ear. "You went through a shock.

ushes. Her stomach violently contr

le through the leaves. The innocent expression vanish

ead on Antoine's shoulder. "I fee

pulling her flush against his side. He pressed the back

it into her palms. The p

at Anabelle, she exaggerated the movement of her li

s m

ned to ash. The agonizing grief evaporated, lea

and walked directly toward the pavilion. Her slippers made no so

. "What are you doing out here? Are you done w

her eyes widening in mock terror. "Sister,

he table. She didn't look at Antoine.

er voice was completely flat, devoid of any inflection.

stopped. Her pupils

g up halfway. "Anabelle,

im to finish. She turned o

with your attitude?" An

let his voice bounce off h

end of the long corridor, an elegant elderly woman sat i

wheelchair, leaning down to whisper,

in her dignity after being betrayed like that

alked back into her private room

n the nightstand.

I'm staying with her t

er throat. She pressed her thumb to the screen, swiped left on his name, and hit d

nurse walked in with a small paper cup of pills.