Sheila stepped into the room.

She walked over to the bedside, her expression etched with worry as she glanced at Henry. "Jessica, is Henry alright?"

Jessica knew Sheila could read sign language, so she skipped typing on her phone and signed directly.

"It's appendicitis, but he's okay now. The surgery's done."

"How did he get appendicitis all of a sudden?"

Jessica shook her head.

Sheila's face softened with sympathy. "Poor thing, must have been so painful for him."

Sheila pulled up a chair and sat down next to Jessica.

Jessica frowned, her mind drifting.

Timothy had suddenly started doting on her, buying her cake, acting unusually close, and upending one of her long-held suspicions.

Because she loved him so much, she was utterly defenseless against his gentleness.

her heart

and nephew. That strange

and Sallie had dropped hints about Sheila

Sheila showing up uninvited, Jessica's emotions were even more

reminder of everything

in to the urge to ask Sheila outright—just to get the truth out. But she stopped herself; it felt too abrupt, too

had first appeared before her, in both words and actions, she'd

ever admit it? And if word got back to Timothy, it would only make

herself on being above

conflicted inside, desperate to know the truth, that she even felt

and sat quietly, not

broke

Henry's out of danger now. You've been up all night-why don't you go home and

got off a long flight and

you should know. Last time Henry had a fever, the nurse who gave him the injection was his classmate's mother. He asked me to pretend to be

finish, but her

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