EMBER’S POV
She laughs too, although hers fades into a breath as she reaches down to pull the blanket higher over her feet. The small movement costs her enough that my smile slips a little.
She catches me looking.
“Come and sit with me before you start worrying again.” Her expression softens. “I’ve missed you.”
For her sake, I force my smile to brighten, putting on a brave front.
“I missed you too. Unfortunately for you, that probably means I’m going to be worse.”
I pull the chair closer.
So I drag the stool over and sit, close enough that my knees bump the wheel of her chair, and for a moment neither of us says anything. Out the window, the grounds are white, and the gate is shut.
“So,” I say. “How are we feeling this morning? And before you answer, if you say fabulous, I’m callin
