Chapter 78

• The morning air at Sterling Manor was unusually still. Danielle sat by Theo’s bedside, watching as the boy slowly dozed back to sleep after his light breakfast. His color was better today, thank heavens, but every faint wince in his expression still made her heart tighten.
• She brushed her hand over his hair gently, whispering, “Rest, sweetheart.”
• Theo mumbled something in his sleep that sounded suspiciously like, “Mommy, stay.” Her throat constricted.