Eliora’s POV"How are you feeling, my dear? Really?"The voice was like a warm blanket on a winter morning. I looked up from the hospital bed to see Margaret standing just behind Ezra. She looked older than she had a month ago, the lines around her eyes deeper, her sensible cardigan buttoned tight as if to hold herself together."I’m getting there, Margaret," I whispered, my voice thick. I looked at her, seeing the way her hands were trembling as she clutched her handbag. "But how are you doing? I’ve put so much on you, keeping him, hiding him...""Oh, hush," Margaret said, a tear finally escaping and trekking through the wrinkles on her cheek. She let out a watery, breathless laugh. "You are supposed to be worrying about yourself, Eliora. Look at you, all skin and bone and bandages."I reached out my hand, ignoring the tug of the IV line. I didn't want a nurse or a doctor; I wanted the woman who had been a mother to me when I had no one. "Come here," I said, my lips curving into a ti
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