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“How is she? Has she regained consciousness?” Marcus quizzed Rosalind as she took the seat next to him. Feeling hypervigilant, he stared to determine if she was sweating and waited to hear her cough.
Sensing his eyes on her, Rosalind answered the unasked question first. “I’m alright. No illness.” She studied the schematic of the ventilation system. “Aiden announced that Kiersten’s condition is, if not improving, at least no longer deteriorating.” She hesitated, then glanced at Marcus. “Are you and Aiden close?”
“Yes, but I guess most siblings are,” he answered, relieved she was healthy and wondered where her question would lead.
“Do you keep each other’s secrets?”
He shrugged. “I suppose so.”
Rosalind looked back toward the screen. “Growing up, we, my sisters and brothers, would s
