Chapter 42

“What’s wrong with him? How can I help?”

“You can’t,” Duke said, speaking over the doctor as Lew started to explain the diagnosis

Bryson didn’t miss the questioning look that Llewelyn gave Duke, or the shrug and snort that Duke gave him back.

“Sepsis?” Rebecca questioned. She appeared at Bryson’s side and put a hand on his arm. “Oh, Bryson, I’m so sorry!”

Bryson nodded and flashed her a barely-there smile. “Thanks. Me, too.”