Joanne’s POV
I kept my hands moving so my head wouldn’t. It’s been a day since I returned from the prison unit… since I allowed Kade to die in his cell. I was able to pry myself out of bed and go back to the medical tent this morning, though I was ashamed to face George after what I had done.
But I couldn’t stay away all day, despite how badly I wanted to hide. There were bandages to boil, and wring, herbs to grind, stitches to check, and men who needed water. George liked it when I worked like this—efficient, quiet, steady. I liked it too. If I moved fast enough, the image of Kade going still wouldn’t have room to sit down.
George hadn’t mentioned what happened last night; he did give me a sympathetic look when he first saw me, but he let me be the one to bring up the subject, which
