"She'll get over it." He squeezed her hand, the gesture meant to be reassuring. "She knows you didn't do it on purpose. You were sick. These things happen."
But Lana saw the truth in his eyes. His mother wasn't getting over it. She was probably already planning her next move, figuring out how to punish Lana for the humiliation she'd caused.
And Thomas was right there with her. Not on Lana's side. Never on her side.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked. "More water? Some soup? You need to try and eat something."
Lana shook her head, letting her eyes flutter closed. "I'm still too sick. Maybe later."
"Of course. Just rest." He stood, moving toward the door. "I'll be right outside if you need anything. Just call."
She heard him leave the room, heard the soft click of the door closing behi
