Melissa sat on the edge of Pearl's hospital bed as the doctor’s words from the previous night echoed in her mind, invading her peace.
'Antipsychotics.'
Her brows furrowed as she narrowed her eyes. ‘How could such a drug find its way into Pearl’s system? Was it in her food? But that didn’t make sense. I made all of Pearl's meals myself.’
Then she tightened her resolve. ‘No more store-bought treats or random chocolates, or ice creams. From now on, nothing would touch Pearl’s lips that didn’t come directly from me.’
Damian stood by the window, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He couldn’t bear to look at Melissa for too long, knowing the helplessness plastered on her face. He wanted so badly to pull her into his arms, to kiss her, to promise her that everything would be okay. But h
