The door wasn’t broken. But Blake, ever the schemer, was clearly playing games outside.

Sophia accepted her fate. She grabbed a chair and set it down by the window, just behind William’s bed, far enough to give him space, but close enough to keep an eye on him.

After a while, William shifted to his side, his face now turned in her direction.

Sophia glanced at him from time to time but didn’t move. She ended up sitting there for ...