Jane’s breath caught, the ice in his voice was a block in her chest the entire ride back, bleeding into cold, creeping anxiety. When they disembarked from the car, she moved to push his wheelchair, but he didn’t wait for her to help him.

Jane let her hand drop, her husband was angry — truly angry with her. Even Bruce couldn’t resist uttering a prayer on her behalf. When he saw her standing there foolishly, however, he knew he couldn’t just abandon her to his Young Master’s ...