I Saw Three Luxury Cars And Realized My Wife Was Hiding Something

coat.

Lily lay beneath a warmed blanket, an oxygen tube under her nose, cheeks flushed with fever.

Her pink coat was folded neatly on the chair.

Grace held one of her daughter’s small hands between both of hers.

She looked up when Brennan entered.

Embarrassment crossed her face before relief could.

“I told you not to come.”

“I’m bad at being told no.”

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