Chapter 222 Unmasking The True Cure

• Amelia remained still. "I'm not his remedy either," she said quietly. "If I show up now, he'll think there's still hope. Our divorce will never happen, and Waverly will never get what she wants."
• "Amelia, Asher slipped into a coma this morning," Solomon said, each word dragging like gravel across his throat. "The doctors can't promise when—or if—he'll wake, so come or don't, that's up to you." He exhaled a tired breath, the taste of nicotine still clinging to it. "One more thing—Waverly knows nothing. His parents don't either. Asher showed up at my place alone last night and collapsed at the door."
• Color had drained from Amelia's lips, leaving them the fragile pink of cracked porcelain; they trembled as worry finally overran caution. "Which hospital?"