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.

heart

since they were the same age, they never acted like aunt and nephew. That strange lack of

Phelps and Sallie had dropped hints

Sheila showing up uninvited, Jessica's emotions were

like a constant reminder of everything

almost gave in to the urge to ask Sheila outright—just to get the truth out. But she

before her, in both words

if word got back

herself on being above such

conflicted inside, desperate to know the

tamped it down and

however, broke the

up all night-why don't you go home and get some rest? I'll

on the other hand, just got off a long flight and haven't adjusted

this for a moment, then said, "Actually, Jessica, there's something 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 you-he

but her meaning

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