For the rest of that day and the day after, Emilia didn't set her eyes on her best friend. Reports from Madame Dolores came to her every other hour, and most of it was good. Raymond was still sleeping, sometimes he would mumble a few words in his sleep and toss around, but he seemed to be doing marginally well.

She hadn't seen him since after his faint. She couldn't bring herself to do it.

She didn't want him to wake and see the fear in her eyes. She had tried strongly to hide it from him, from the housekeeper, from her kids, from everyone. They all looked up to...