Kane took the silverleaf back from Vera's medicine chest. He wrote a complete prescription, prepared the brew himself, and tried to feed it to me one spoonful at a time, just as he used to.
But my body could no longer swallow. The medicine ran from the corner of my mouth and soaked the new prescription.
Kane's face was bloodless, but he forced a smile. "It's all right. We'll write another one."
He did not sleep for 2 days.
He washed me, fed me, and combed my hair. All the tenderness that had come too late was lavished on someone who would never wake again.
"Evelyn, this is my fault. If you wake up, I'll sign the dissolution agreement. I'll go anywhere you want. Just come back to me."
Floating above him, I felt no warmth. I was only tired.
Mia placed the laboratory report on the pain
