Richelle Dunn had been feeling somewhat anxious for the past couple of days, though she couldn't figure out why.
After carefully examining the factors in front of and around her, she thought she might be overthinking things.
It was most likely just the result of poor sleep, leading to low spirits and a slight irregular heartbeat.
She hadn't mentioned this to Roy Lewis.
However, Roy always had a clear understanding of what was going on with her.
That night, as usual, the children were picked up from the house by Parker at around nine o'clock.
Only Richelle and Roy were left in the hospital room.
His rib recovery was going well, so he could now move from his wheelchair to sit on the couch and pull Richelle into his arms, tightly embracing her.
"You seem a bit restless. Did something happen?"
Richelle had always admired his perceptiveness.
Knowing she couldn't hide it, she just told him the truth.
