"Get lost!" A pillow flew across the room, aimed squarely at Sullivan.
He caught it effortlessly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. 'Whether it's throwing pillows or cursing, as long as she agrees, I'm fine with it.'
*****
In the hospital's intensive care unit, Jacob was trying to usher his family away.
"Mom, you and Clara should head home. I'm really fine. I have Abel, the house staff, and the nurses taking care of me. You both need some rest!" He was keen to avoid scaring Bethany when she arrived later in the afternoon.
Clara glanced at Amelia, noticing her tired expression. "You should listen to him," she suggested. "You can't sleep well on these hospital beds anyway. I'll stay here with Jacob."
Amelia nodded, but she looked hesitant. "Alright, keep an eye on Jacob, especiall
