"You made it."
As if yesterday's heated exchange had never happened, Kiera offered a perfectly composed smile. "Apologies for running late."
She moved to Lilian's hospital bedside, setting down a carefully wrapped package. "I wasn't sure what you'd prefer, Lilian. Since you're recovering, I brought some fortified goat milk—they say it's excellent for convalescence. Hope you'll like it."
Lilian's delicate fingers fluttered over the gift. "You're too kind, Kiera. Just having you visit means the world to me—really, you shouldn't have."
"But I insisted," Kiera countered, her smile widening just enough to show teeth. "You're Heath's sister after all—of course I'd want to check on you."
The heart monitor's steady beep underscored the thickening silence between them. Ethan cleared his throat
