Chapter 225

• She’d been in the ICU this whole time. Joaquin Latham sat by the bed. He hadn’t slept for two nights, hadn’t eaten, and hadn’t had a sip of water for almost twelve hours. His lips were so dry they were peeling.
• His face had no color, a little weak even. Grief churned inside him, but his face gave nothing away. So when Dan Funnel walked in with his staff, he didn’t notice anything off.
• “Mr. Latham, what happened to Mrs. Latham?” It was just a regular hospital room on the surface, yet Dan felt it was colder inside than out, like the AC was blasting, making people hesitate to step in.