As Grace was being escorted out of the house, she couldn't hold back the question. "What's wrong with Mr. Henderson?"

Tim's voice was calm. "He's fine. He's just a little shaken up. He's also been running on no sleep lately."

She took a few steps toward the car, then paused. "Is he still having insomnia? I can stay here tonight if that helps. I'll leave first thing in the morning."

Tim stood by the car door and drew in a quiet breath. "Ms. Lambert, take care. Happy holidays."

That was his polite way of turning her down.

Once Grace got in the car, she didn't go home. Instead, she found herself outside Liam's ward.

Her mind had been a mess the whole ride over, tangled up in thoughts of Ethan. She couldn't figure out his motives, and that uncertainty gnawed at her.

The moment she saw Liam sitting in silence, the frustration she had been holding in came surging all at once.

He was clearly awake. The fever had passed. And yet, he hadn't called her. Now, here he was, quietly eating the oatmeal Andrea was feeding him.

Grace had so much she wanted to say, but standing there, she just felt... tired. She lingered at his bedside for a long while before managing to say, "I'm glad you're okay."

look at her. His gaze was fixed on the window as

just tell me," she chirped.

lowered his gaze. His lips were chapped, and he had only

couldn't stand the sight anymore. She turned and walked


thought of Lyle. Pulling out her phone, she gave him a

"Lyle, what happened

irritated. "It's just

up in her own confusion to press further. After a few casual questions, Grace ended the call.

face appeared beside her. In his hand

"Jasper?"

somehow

something? Whats with the bag full of

belongs to s

looking every bit the college kid he was, gave the bag a little

stocking up for

while

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