INDY
The room turned silent after I spoke.
They all turned to me.
Paulene’s face was pale, her lips trembling as she struggled through another wave of discomfort. “What do you mean?” she asked, breathless.
Her voice held equal parts desperation and disbelief.
I swallowed. Honestly, I did not know what I was doing. I did not know how I knew what I knew. All I understood was that something inside me had stirred the moment I stepped into this house.
“Can I?” I asked softly.
I did not specify what I meant, but they understood.
Hudson hesitated only a second before nodding.
I stepped closer to the bed. I reached for Hudson’s hand first. His fingers were warm, calloused from work, trembling faintly. Then I reached for Paulene’s hand, which felt cooler, damp with sweat.
Without allowi
