Cecilia misunderstood his silence.

She raised her head, her eyes searching his face.

“Waylen, are you mad at me? I won’t meet him alone again,” she said earnestly.

Waylen replied, his voice hoarse, “Silly girl!”

How could he be angry with her?

He was simply consumed by worry, imagining how heartbroken she would be upon learning about Mark’s serious illness.

seemed to have reached an impasse, Waylen had never doubted her love

Mark could really be the death of the Fowlers

been

matter had left him in constant turmoil, unable

quiet hours of the night, Waylen smoked in

the closed door creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to filter

assumed it was

surprise, it was a small figure with a head

the cigarette and patted his thigh

trouble falling asleep? Do you want Daddy to hold you?”

Waylen’s embrace. She whispered, “Mommy is feeding

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