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.

ringing was heard coming from

ringing the doorbell and holding

opened

Mrs. Thomas is ready,” Derek

and a delicious aroma filled the room. He

eyes fluttered open, and she sat up,

asked, her voice

holding the thermos box,

her regain strength, he asked, “Would you like some

to Millie’s bedside and poured her a bowl

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