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.

it out of his suit pocket, he saw Sheila's name

answered immediately.

Am I speaking to Timothy?" The voice on the other end was

together. "What happened

a fall just now. Her wound reopened, and she's lost a lot of blood. The last unit you arranged wasn't enough. Could you

understand. I'll take care of it right

he strode for the door. Moments later, the door closed

click of the door jarred Jessica from her thoughts. She

off and placed it in the velvet box Timothy had

bitter smile tugged at her lips. How foolish

For one fleeting second, she'd almost believed he was sincere. She'd almost convinced herself that he

from the suitcase and hunching over her

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to be delivered as he sped through the city. By the time

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

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

brimmed with

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