Iris was an endless stream of chatter, and Samuel had been listening to her prattle on for quite some time.

It wasn’t until Yvonne appeared at the bedroom door carrying a glass of honey water that the phone call caught her attention.

Samuel’s voice was quiet, soothing. “Get some rest. If you’re still feeling scared, play a game or two to take your mind off things.”

Yvonne froze in the doorway, stopping short of going in.

Was he ...