Millie’s voice cracked with a cry, her grip tightening on the pin.

“Don’t take my hairpin,” she muttered.

The intensity of her unconscious hold startled Marcus.

A newfound contentment settled over him, and he ceased his efforts, simply covering her with a quilt, leaving the hairpin in her determined grasp.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw her face.

Millie’s lips had turned a worrying shade of purple from the cold, making her look as if she’d been poisoned.

heard

doorbell and

quickly opened the

for Mrs. Thomas

and a delicious aroma filled the room. He

and she sat up,

amazing smell?” she asked, her voice

hand, holding the thermos box, paused when he heard

strength, he asked, “Would you like some

to Millie’s bedside and poured her a bowl

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