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“That’s not possible.” Trinity’s hand stilled, the bread resting in the tea. “Hugh would never allow—”
“Hugh doesn’t know everything,” said Gaar.
“I have to tell him.” She didn’t want to. He didn’t need another thing to worry about. Guilt slid into her stomach, making it twist. She should be at Dr. Kalper’s eliminating one worry for him but instead she was here.
“How’s he doing?” Gaar’s dark eyes locked with hers. He knew. He always knew.
“Good.” She glanced at the bread in her hand. It was full and thick, filling with water but not breaking apart. It was too strong for that, unlike her.
“So good that you had to travel for miles early in the morning for a cup of tea and bread at my house?” He patted her forearm. “I’m glad to see you, and you’re always welcome, but what’s wro
