Riley watched quietly from the doorway as Valerie leaned over River in his bed.

“River Foster, you need to eat every last spoonful of this chicken soup if you want to get your strength back,” Valerie said sternly, tapping her finger on the bowl. Her brows were furrowed with loving concern.

River grimaced. “I am not a fucking child, Val. I am your older brother. You don’t need to spoon feed me spoon.”

“If you are not a child, stop acting like one,” Valerie said and nearly shoved ...