Chapter 16
“You recognise this?” Rohan jerked his head towards the aged piece of furniture in the corner of the other downstairs bedroom, the towel from his shower trailing from his hand. He navigated the room on his crutches. Emma wore the bedsheet like a shroud as she trailed behind him, staring at the bureau in disbelief.
“Yes.” Her hand shook, her fingers kneading the sheet and she chewed on her bottom lip. “Why is it here?” Her voice sounded dull and flat.
“I saved it for you,” Rohan said. He turned, the movement laboured and awkward.
Emma reached out a hand and touched her father’s bureau, the sinking sensation filling her chest cavity. “Thanks.”
Rohan c****d his head. “You don’t want it?” His eyelashes fluttered and he reached out to Emma, almost overbalancing himself.
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