Becca.

“I wish I knew what was wrong,” I muttered, staring Madeline down, who was still a bit concerned. She’d just put the kids to bed and was heading that way herself. She’d come to check on me after I’d gotten sick.

“I do too, darling,” Madeline said softly. “Best to get some sleep, alright? James got in a few minutes ago. I told him you went to the bathroom because you weren’t feeling well. Get one of the cooks to make you some soup ...