Chapter 5

Later that evening, Ryan showed up with a thermos of soup and a bag of fresh fruit.

He asked with concern, "I had to step out for a bit today. How's your wound? Does it still hurt?"

Hearing his gentle voice, I felt a warmth spread through me. I replied softly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. You really didn't have to come all this way. It's too much trouble for you."

"It's no trouble at all. I brought some soup I made earlier. It's perfect for helping you get your strength back," he said firmly, leaving me no room to refuse.