Long, slender fingers danced across the keyboard. After a moment, he handed her the phone.

"Give it a try. This ring can speak too."

Jessica glanced at the screen. It was the same app Herbert had helped her download that night.

She froze, caught off guard.

Timothy pressed the phone into her hand, then bent down to gather up the fabric

on the table, stuffing it into his suitcase.

She stood abruptly and placed her hand firmly over his, stopping him.

With careful, practiced gestures, she signed, *I'm not going back.*

Timothy's face darkened at once, a flash of anger in his eyes. "I came all this way

to bring you home myself. What more do you want?"

The words had barely left his lips when his phone rang.

he saw Sheila's

answered immediately.

Sheila's attending physician. Am I speaking to Timothy?" The voice

knitted together. "What

blood. The last unit you arranged wasn't enough. Could you please send over another bag as soon as

I'll take care of it right

and quickly dialed another number as he strode for the door.

jarred Jessica from her

slipped it off and placed it in

tugged at her lips.

She'd almost convinced herself that he bought her the

the suitcase and hunching over her sketches once

***

blood to be delivered as he sped through the city. By the time he reached the hospital, Sheila was already out of the emergency

beside her, immediately reaching for her hand, his voice soft with concern. "How did

going to the bathroom and slipped. Timothy, I'm so

eyes brimmed with

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