Regret Came Too Late

Grace didn't have the heart to shove Ethan off, not when he was sick. Thus, she let him hold onto her, silent and still.

It was the first time she saw Ethan stripped of his invincibility. He, who once seemed so distant and indomitable, now clung to her-fragile and feverish.

His skin was searing, radiating heat like a furnace.

Grace suddenly remembered Ed, sick just a few days ago, holed up in that dim little house.

He and Ethan couldn't have been more different. When Ed got sick, he withdrew from the world, tending to his pain in silence.

However, Ethan didn't seem to hide his vulnerabilities-not from her, at least.

She wasn't sure if she was imagining things, yet she stayed completely still, not daring to move.

After three hours on the road, the car finally stopped.

Grace gazed out at the barren ruins, feeling disbelief and anger rising within her.

"Are you sure this is the place, Mr. Bennett?"

"Yes."

Her voice trembled with frustration. "This place is a complete ruin! You can't even tell where the manor used to be, and it looks like there was a fire. What could we possibly find here? I thought there would be a pharmacy nearby, but after driving for three hours, we've ended up somewhere even more remote. Are you trying to let Mr. Henderson die in the car?"

They hadn't passed a single soul along the way.

hell hadn't he told her this place

the heat pouring off him only made

supposed to do-drive three hours

deeply and cranked open the

will you? Get someone

nodded casually, pulled out his phone, and

Ms. Lambert. Stay with Mr. Henderson in the car. I'll find reception. If I don't come

stared after him,

Handle himself? Out here?

Tim was already gone, phone

the window back up, trying to trap

a bottle

to

his eyes, glanced at

the bottle

fever. Just a little

frowned and turned

into her palm, leaned in, abbed it

her fingertips brushed his lips, Grace

looked up, she realized he had been staring at her the whole

she pulled

His