Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

Caroline lifted her head.

“What did you just do?”

“Struck a page.” I folded it and put it in my coat.

“Your boy keeps his doctor.”

“Alexander.”

“I’m not making a speech about it.”

She wiped her face with the back of her wrist, the sleeve still bunched in her fist.

“Mother doesn’t know you did that.”