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.

to have reached an impasse, Waylen had never

Rena and Mark could really be the death of the Fowlers

had never been one to

matter had left him in constant turmoil, unable to

quiet hours of the

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

it

figure with a

extinguished the cigarette and patted his

falling asleep? Do you want Daddy to hold you?” he asked

hurried barefoot into Waylen’s embrace. She whispered, “Mommy is feeding Elva. Marcus is

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