The past had gone quiet.

She'd moved toward a new life, but the old wounds could still be torn open without warning, still raw enough to sting.

Scarlett stood in the hallway for a while, steadying herself, letting the feeling pass before she walked back into the hospital room.

She kept her expression easy, but Damien caught it anyway. He reached for her hand and pulled her close. "What happened? Your eyes are red."

"Nothing." She shook her ...