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In the car, I studied her, noticing the way she played with her ring. It was looser now. She had lost some weight, and although I tried, it was hard to get her to eat.

“Are you taking your vitamins?”

She looked startled then nodded. “Yes.”

“You need to eat more.”

“I’m trying.”

“Maybe some protein shakes if your appetite doesn’t pick up.”

She slept a great deal, which I put down to grief. Given how often she napped, she still looked tired.

“Have you made an appointment to see Dr. Wilson?”

She nodded, looking out the window. “Next week.”

“Okay. Add it to my calendar, and I’ll come.”

A look of panic flitted over her face. “I don’t need you to escort me to the doctor. I’m quite capable of going on my own.”

“I’m well aware of that. I have a couple of questions I’d like to ask.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything. I had a feeling she wouldn’t be adding it to my calendar. I also had the feeling she was hiding something. And I didn’t like it.

I would have to find out what it was. I needed to help with whatever was bothering her.

No matter what.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

BANE

“Myers,” I called from my desk.

She appeared, carrying her notepad and pen, efficient as always.

And sad. So sad and trying to hide it.

I indicated the chair. “Sit, Maggie darling.”

She frowned but didn’t correct my using her pet name at the office.

“You look tired.”

She sighed. “I’m fine.”

I leaned forward. “Please stop being brave. You lost your father. Obviously, this anemia is worse than I thought⁠—”

“Why would you say that?”

“You’re pale. You sleep a lot. Your appetite is off. You’re highly emotional—understandably so, but still. You’re jumpy.” I listed all the things I’d noticed the past few days of careful observation.

“Maybe your overprotectiveness is making me emotional and jumpy,” she responded.

“Really?” I asked, amused at her instant anger. It happened frequently.

“Yes. You’re always watching me. It makes me nervous.”