Chapter Seventeen
LESS THAN TWENTY minutes later, she stole into the nursery. She listened to the rattling of the boys’ breath—a sound she was determined to even out into the smooth breathing of healthy children.
She woke little Jamie with a cool cloth to his burning forehead.
“Wake up, my sweet,” she cooed softly to him.
He responded with a violent fit of coughing, spewing blood into the handkerchief Kate had placed in her hand just in case.
“Mummy.” His voice, weak and hoarse, brought fresh tears to Tatiana’s eyes.
She blinked them back however and gave him an encouraging smile. “It’s time to make you better, my love.”
“You can do that?” he asked.
“Not by myself, I’ll need your help.” If he didn’t have the strength to help her, she wasn’t certain if she alone had enough to tie hi
