“Good morning,” Rose called out when she entered Xander’s bedroom with a tray. She had gone to the kitchen first to prepare his medicine before seeing him as Mason told her to.
“Morning,” Xander called back, his voice somewhat bleak but Rose knew the cause of it. The curtains were opened that morning so he could not have been in a bad mood.
“Are your muscles sore again? Don’t worry. I’ve got the medicine for you,” she said as she walked to the bedside table and placed the tray on it. She noticed a black, diamond and titanium debit card laying there which hadn’t been there before, but she paid no mind to it.
“I’m certain it’s getting worse,” he said, still in the same tone. He was looking out the window at the garden and tress that surrounded the house. She hated to see that sombre expre
