Dominic’s POV

“Dominic, stop moving,” Evelyn said, pressing her hand to my forehead.

“I’m fine,” I muttered. The IV tugged at my arm, proving otherwise.

“You nearly collapsed. Sit still.”

I should’ve argued, but I thought better of it. She adjusted the blanket, smoothed the line, fussed in small ways that made me feel good.

I almost felt grateful for the food poisoning. It forced me to stay still long enough for her to sit here, to talk to me again after the silence of that ...