Chapter 87

She had just raised her hand, about to ask him what was really going on between him and Sheila.

But Timothy caught her hand, pulling her beneath him without giving her a chance speak, clearly unwilling to waste a moment of their time together as husband and wife.

He pinned her wrists gently above her head and kissed her, shutting down any attempt at conversation.

Tonight, he was relentless.

Just as Jessica felt herself starting to unravel, a sudden, frantic knock sounded

from the hallway.

Timothy froze mid-motion.

"Timothy? Jessica? Are you two awake? Henry's stomach hurts really badly-he's crying..."

Sheila's voice trembled on the other side of the door, tinged with panic.

Timothy immediately rolled off Jessica.

for a moment-I'll be

quickly, following his lead. Lately, she'd wanted to clear the air with Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong about everything. But even if

was already half-dressed, pulling on his shirt

and

must be feeling frustrated after being interrupted at such

run a fever a few nights ago. He'd cared for him the whole night and,

rest," Timothy said gently. "I'll

to

see the

too-I don't want to see him suffer any more than you do.

days was something he never wanted to experience again. All he wished for was to bring some peace

want to hold him up, so

door. Sheila was pacing anxiously

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

guest room. Little Henry was curled up in a ball, clutching his stomach and

kept whispering, "Mommy...

he was hurting, he always called for his mom.

Timothy said softly,

looked up, tears streaking his cheeks, and whimpered,

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