Chapter 3

He was sitting by my bed, his brows drawn tight, and for the first time ever, there was a hint of concern in his eyes, something I'd never seen before.

"Water..." I rasped, my voice weak and rough.

He got up right away, poured a glass of warm water, and gently helped me sit up, helping me drink, one slow sip at a time.

For the first time in three years, he was actually gentle with me.

He wasn't seeing Lillian in me for once; he was just caring for me, plain and simple.

I clung to this fleeting warmth,…