Chapter 64

• It lasted exactly forty minutes before the fever came back.
• I hadn't been asleep. I'd been lying on my side of the bed in the dark, listening to his breathing even out, telling myself that once I was sure he was settled I would allow my own eyes to close. But around what I estimated was midnight, I heard him shift. Then shift again. The restless movement of someone whose body was fighting something.
• I reached over and pressed the back of my hand to his forehead.