“Just a little, sweetheart,” I whisper to her. She obeys and barely moistens her lips. Her mouth must be dry.
Ryan watches me from the other side of the bed. There's fatigue on his face, but also determination.
“Should we take turns looking after her at night?” he asks me in a low voice. “Or would you prefer we both stay? The weekend is coming up, and I don't have anything pending at the office. But if you have things to do, I can stay by myself.”
As I listen to him, I place the glass on the table. Candace closes her eyes again, exhausted. I take her hand and gently stroke it, as if my touch could protect her from all harm.
“I'd like to stay too, at least for the first few days,” I reply. “Later, when she starts to recover, we can take turns. That way it won't be too hard on either of
