Whitney held Wallace's gaze for a long moment before releasing his hand. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was sitting in the air between them something unnamed and slightly too still. I told myself I was probably imagining it and moved quickly to Whitney's side. "Let me walk you to the bathroom. I don't want you going down again."
She nodded and leaned into my arm, her steps small and careful. She was still weak, the world clearly swimming around her. I got her to the bathroom and back without incident, then settled her into bed just as the servant arrived with breakfast.
I turned to Wallace with a polite smile. "Dr. Mervin, you've been up all night. Please eat something and then rest in the guest room."
