Anna Jadwin turned her head and saw the big boss in his homewear, donning an ill-matching, floral-print apron.
Suddenly, she remembered many years ago, on Heart Island, when he too made meals for her at home.
"Lie back down."
Anna Jadwin's pale lips struggled to curl into a smile, "Uncle, I thought you had gone to work."
Wayne Bailey set down the dinner plate, his handsome face stern as he looked at her, "You're sick and almost disabled, I'll take care of you."
How could he possibly abandon her?
"I'm not sick to the point of being disabled, I can move my hands and feet... move freely..." Anna Jadwin twisted her body, feeling true pain.
The IV must have finished last night, her hand was swollen, and shaking it, she could feel water sloshing in her stomach.
Wayne Bailey picked her up horizontally; her mouth awkwardly opened a few times, she really needed to use the bathroom now...
