It was almost time for his meeting, but George hadn’t moved from the room. He sat there, waiting for Thalia to wake, his eyes fixed on her. She had been sleeping too long, longer than usual, and though he told himself it was probably just stress, worry gnawed at him.

Should he call the doctor? The thought kept circling his mind until he finally reached for his phone. His thumb hovered over the dial pad when he saw her hand stretch lazily across the sheets, blinking open her eyes, looking ...