“Go back to sleep. We don’t have to move you until the morning.” I start to pick up the glass of water on her bedside table so Ican offer her a drink, but before I can even get that far, her fingers wrap around my wrist.
“Don’t look so worried, Dmitri. I’m okay. This has happened before.”
My jaw clenches as I sag back in my chair, Wren’s fingers still clasped over my forearm. “Liza told me. After the funerals.”
“And a few times after my dad left,” she admits with a nod. “But it’s rare. So I don’t expect to make this a regular thing.”Sighing, she shifts around to find a new angle in the bed. Face half-pressed into the pillows, she yawns and gives me as muchof a no-nonsense look as she can muster. “You don’t have to stay with me the whole night.”
“No one knows I’
