“I promise, Mum, I’m fine. Really.”

Desiree’s voice came out tired rather than convincing as she shifted slightly against the pillows, wincing when her ankle protested the movement. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting soft patterns across the room, but she barely noticed it. She’d been staring at the same four walls for days now.

Ruby stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, unimpressed. “You are staying in that bed until you are fully healed,” Ruby said ...