"My baby." Marian swoops down next to Randall, pressing her palm against his forehead. "You're burning up."
The sudden shift from grieving widow to doting mother gives me whiplash. I watch as she shoves her untouched oatmeal into his hands.
"Here, eat this. You need your strength."
"Thanks." Randall sits up with a deep stretch of his arms. "Shit, I'm exhausted."
Marissa and I share a glance. It's strange to now feel closest to Marissa, out of all of them. Just a few days before, I'd been more grateful to Randall. Of course, that was before he returned to his lazy self.
Marian's shrill voice gets my attention. "Lauren, get him some Tylenol. His fever must be over 105 at least."
