The room key lingered in the air between us. It seemed to be suspended by hesitation while Madison kept her hands stubbornly at her sides. My wrist started to ache, so I reminded her again, "Ms. Anderson, your room key." "I'll take it." A clear, calm voice came from behind her, breaking the silence. It was her legally married husband, Gerald Henson. My eyes traced the wedding band on his finger before colliding with a gaze I knew too well, the same eyes that had haunted my darkest nightmares. "I told you to wait on the couch," Madison murmured. "You never listen. You made me worry." She immediately gathered his things and melted into his embrace. Her voice turned gentle, softer than I had ever heard it. "Good. Your fever has gone down. Are you feeling tired? Take Noah upstairs first; I'll go get you something to eat." Gerald nodded gently. When his eyes passed over me, there was a quiet, measuring look in them. "Okay. I'll wait for you." I tore my gaze from them jus
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