“How you feeling, Nigel?” Cassidy said.
Nigel responded by writing on his notepad.
“Can’t speak. Hurts like hell. Can swallow drops of water from the ice chips.”
Cassidy read the note, then showed Jet. Nigel wrote for a long time before giving the pad of paper back to Cassidy. He briefly recounted the events of the past several days.
“When can you go home?”
“Soon, I hope,” Nigel wrote.
Cassidy felt the buzzing of her phone. “I need to take this.” She stepped outside.
“Please don’t talk, my love,” Jet said.
Nigel felt his face flush.
“My father doesn’t understand the bond that we both share. We have been through a lot in a short time. Our connection runs deep. When I was in the hospital, he found a new place for us to live. I had to move just after coming home. He doesn’t know that
