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

was outside, ringing the doorbell and holding the tonic Marcus had

quickly opened

soup for Mrs. Thomas is

delicious aroma filled the room. He turned and headed

fluttered open, and she

smell?” she asked, her

box, paused

would help her regain strength, he asked,

Millie’s bedside and poured

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