Grace Winslow chatted with Joanne Chase for a long time, so long she didn't even know when she'd drifted off to sleep.
The next day, her internal clock woke her at 5:30 a.m. sharp. Grace went out for her usual run. After a few laps, she returned, washed up, ate breakfast, and packed another portion to take with her.
Irene Lynch didn't ask many questions, just telling her to be careful on her way.
Grace set out on her bicycle.
She headed straight for the hospital.
When she arrived at the hospital, Archer Rhys's eyes were full of hurt the moment he saw her.
It was as if she had completely forgotten about him the moment she left, not even sparing him a single thought.
Grace smiled, stepped forward, and took out the breakfast she had brought. "My mom made all this. They're your favorites. Come on, eat up."
"I was starting to think you weren't going to come see me anymore," Archer Rhys said, his voice laced with hurt.
