She felt dejected but didn't dare to wander any further. The estate was so large she was afraid of getting lost, so she simply retraced her steps. She missed her two children terribly but was afraid to call Julian Donovan's house, worried that he might be the one to answer.
After dinner, she noticed a pained expression on Sean Donovan's face and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sean Donovan sounded weak. "My leg hurts..."
The weather had been gloomy and cold for days, and the bone-deep ache gnawed at him constantly. Whenever the pain became unbearable, he would be consumed by hatred for the people who had caused him this suffering.
She walked over, knelt before him, and lifted the blanket covering his legs. "Let me massage it for you."
She had studied Thai massage with Mrs. Sommers for several years. She had massaged Sean Donovan once before when they were together, but that was when his pain had been particularly severe.
