The butler kept his head down, nervous they might blame him for not stopping Timothy.

Honestly, in a situation like this, what could he have done?

Vince understood. None of them had been around, and Timothy had brought in a specialist for Grandpa, trying to help. What could he really say?

Still, it bothered him. He muttered under his breath, "All for show."

By now, Larkin had drifted off to sleep and was out of immediate danger. They could finally breathe a little easier.

But Jessica still couldn't relax. She asked the butler which room Daisy was in. He gave her the number, and Jessica asked Vince to go with her.

As they reached the door, Jessica peeked through the small window. She saw Timothy carrying a basin of water out of the room. He wrung out a towel, folded it neatly, gently lifted the one from Daisy's forehead, and replaced it with the fresh

one.

Jessica paused, transfixed.

So, he did know how to look after a sick child.

But in the past, he never bothered.

Maybe because she had always taken care of it all.

Jessica, unsure what was running through her mind. He could never forgive Timothy for

her lips. "Daisy is

wringing out another towel. He looked up just as Vince pushed

stood at

loosened, and the towel slipped into the

her again made it painfully clear- he'd missed her with every fiber

of longing crashed through

a fierce embrace, as if he could

take life

was at home

the house without her

left was coldness

if someone cooked, it never felt like a real

"Jessy..."

said her name hoarsely, his voice thick with

push him away, but he only held

her. "What the hell do you think

calmly smoothed the wrinkles he'd left on her blouse, her movements

felt the words stick in

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