ISABELLA'S POVWhen I get to the hospital my father is awake and alone, thankfully. For once, Aunt Lottie isn't crowding the place."Papa," I call out, and kiss his forehead. "You look better.""I feel like something is being slowly stolen from me," he says, his voice dry.I let out a laugh in spite of myself, but the humor doesn't last. He watches me for a moment before asking, "How are my grandchildren?""They are doing what they do best.""Good." He's quiet for a moment, watching me. "You look tired.""I'm fine.""You're not. Your cousin hasn't gone home, right.""No.""I thought as much."I sit down. Something about the way he's looking at me makes me worry. He's got a look I remember from when I was small and I'd done something wrong, and he was giving me a chance to say it first."Isabella," he calls out. "Ask Ethan if there's anything he hasn't told you."I go very still. "Why would you say that?""I'm only saying. Ask him.""Papa, did he say something?""Ask him, first I beliv
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