Helen’s POV

Keith’s wheelchair creaked as he paced back and forth in the courtyard, agitation rolling off him in waves. His hands gripped the wheels so tightly his knuckles were white.

“She’s changed,” he muttered. “Completely changed. Where does she get that attitude? Acting like she’s above everyone now. I must have spoiled her. That’s it. I raised her too soft.”

My jaw tightened, though I kept my face perfectly composed , eyes gentle, mouth soft with ...