I didn’t hear the bathroom door open and close, but I did hear Hugh’s voice when he shouted, “Liz? Are you okay?” Forcing myself to sit up, I lifted my head to look at him. “Hi.” “Hi.” Crouching down next to the tub, Hugh rested his elbows on the rim and stared at me. “What are you doing in the bath?” “Resting,” I whispered, too numb to feel embarrassed. “I’m tired.” “Are you sick?” Reaching out, he pressed his palm to my forehead and frowned. “You’re not warm.” “Don’t,” I begged when he moved his hand. Shivering, I snatched it back up and held it to my cheek. “I can feel you.” “Yeah, well, I
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