Page 239 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

“I heard that too.”

Emma looks at me and says, “He’s very proud of the numbers.”

Theo leans back against the sofa and says, “The second time was worse.”

“Theo,” I say, but the faint grin on his face tells me he is already feeling more like himself.

I press my hand against his forehead, then study his face anyway.

“Are you still dizzy?”

“No,” Theo says.

“Does your stomach still hurt?”

“A little.”

Emma tells me, “They checked everything. He’s fine.”

“I know,” I say, smoothing Theo’s hair back from his forehead.

He leans into my hand, and I stay there for a moment, letting the simple fact that he is home and safe settle me.

Emma watches me closely before saying, “You look terrible.”

I glance at her.

“Thank you.”

“I mean exhausted,” she says.

“I know what you meant.”

She studies me for another second.

“Something happened.”

I look down at Theo before answering.

“Not now.”

Emma follows my gaze and nods.

“Later.”

I sit down beside Theo and pull the blanket more securely around his shoulders while he goes back to arranging the pieces in front of him. For the first time since leaving the facility, I let myself focus on the room I am actually in.

***

By the next morning, Theo is well enough to complain about being kept home from school, which I take as a good sign. I make him scrambled eggs and toast while he sits at the kitchen table with a glass of water, a box of markers, and the half-finished model he refused to put away the night before.

“You know you’re supposed to be resting,” I tell him as I set his plate down.

Theo looks up at me.

“I am resting.”

“You’re building something.”