Chapter 109

Victoria tried to slip out of bed, but every time she moved, McNeil moaned in pain, his brow furrowing. She had no choice but to stay put.

With a resigned sigh, she lay back down beside him, fully dressed. The night was chilly, yet McNeil's body radiated heat.

After a long, exhausting day and hours spent nursing McNeil, Victoria drifted off without realizing it.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the tall windows, warming the room. Victoria felt soft, rhythmic breaths against her cheek. She startled awake, only to find herself wrapped tightly in McNeil's arms.

Her heart sank a little. Gently, she pressed a hand to his forehead.

The fever had broken.

As she tried to pull her hand away, McNeil caught it, mumbling, "Violet..." The rest was lost in a sleepy slur.

Of course. Last night, she must have lost her mind.

carefully disentangled herself, got out of bed, and headed downstairs. She'd meant to just leave, but instead, she found herself in the kitchen, making a pot

was done, she

With Gwyneth in the picture, they would always be connected, but that was all. She didn't want her daughter to grow up without a

gone long

when she answered, it was Gwyneth bouncing in, followed closely by a striking woman. Early spring sunlight caught the woman's pale blue

recognized

"Is McNeil home?"

She'd spent the whole night trying to reach McNeil, and

done waiting. If Victoria was there, she could always claim she was

with a sigh. Compared to Mrs. McNeil, this woman had a certain confidence and energy- sharper, more dynamic. Victoria was gentle and quiet, years spent at

upstairs to find her father. Violet followed briskly, but Xenia

McNeil was ill yesterday. The doctor saw him

and she quickened her

bit," Violet

pale on the bed, a bandage wrapped around his back, a hint of red seeping through.

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