جميع فصول : الفصل

Chapter 211 Rowan's Point of View She had been braced for a fight. I could see it in the set of her shoulders and in the way her hands had curled at her sides. She was waiting for the excuse, the explanation, the *but*. There wasn't one. I had run out of them somewhere in the night, and what remained was only the truth, bare and uncomfortable. Her anger didn't go anywhere, but something in her face shifted, uncertain, like a person leaning on a door that had suddenly opened. "Everything has to be about Flora," she said, quieter now. "Even something Grandma wanted for herself." I looked at the door of the hospital room. "I know," I said. "If anything happens to her because of this..." "I know." My voice broke on the words, just slightly, just enough that I heard it, and so did she. Janet went quiet. Neither of us spoke. The corridor hummed around us, and somewhere, a monitor beeped in a steady, patient rhythm, counting out the minutes I had spent hating myself. Then the door o