Adrian never imagined that Rose could be so fragile.

Looking at the blood pooling on the floor where she had coughed it up, he felt an ache in his chestan unfamiliar sting of worry and guilt.

He summoned Claire to clean up the mess, then stationed himself at her bedside, unwilling to leave her for even a moment.

In the quiet hush of midnight, the phone on Roses bedside table began to buzz. Adrian glanced over. It was her phone, the same number that had ...