Sophia’s POV

When he withdraws the handkerchief, I lift my lids and press my lips together, feeling sorry for putting him through this.

Who falls sick on their honeymoon? Me.

Alexander sits up. My eyes follow his movement. I form fists, sluggishly turning on the bed as I strain to get up.

“You want to sit?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, just hold on.”

“Can you pass my glasses, please?”

He moves, the bed pressing under his weight. Then, he places something beside me. “That’s the ...