Wesley froze, his eyes locked on Yara.
Yara said nothing. She just buried her face against his chest, struggling for breath.
Watching the scene unfold, Shawn felt his heart rip in two. But all he could do was gently ease her into Wesley's arms before turning and bolting out the door.
"I'll get someone to bring the car around."
The two men rushed Yara to the town hospital without a moment's delay.
The doctor ran a full exam right away. Fortunately, it was nothing serious—she just needed an IV drip.
While Wesley went to settle the medical fees, Shawn stood in the doorway of the ward, staring at Yara's frail, pale body lying in the bed. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then the image of Yara choosing Wesley came flooding back. He fell silent and turned to leave.
But Y
