The hospital room fell quiet. Holly’s bright, talkative energy disappeared with her, leaving an uncomfortable stillness behind. Evelynn suddenly wasn’t sure where to look. Had she done something wrong too? Was Greyson and the others going to scold her as well? Needing something to do with her hands, she slowly undid the half-finished braid Holly had started and began weaving her hair into a single braid down her back.
Briggs’ gaze moved briefly to Evelynn, then back to Greyson. With one look, he silently reminded him that Evelynn wasn’t Holly, and to be gentle. He slipped out of the room, giving them a little privacy.
Greyson slowly turned back toward Evelynn. She sat very still on the bed, her fingers working through her hair nervously. Her body had curled inward; shoulders tense and h
