“Rosemary…”

The soft voice drifted down the hospital corridor. Rosemary, who had been sitting on a bench with her pale face drawn from crying, immediately straightened her back. At the end of the hall, Cassandra walked slowly toward her, lips curved into a smile that seemed sympathetic.

“What are you doing here?” Rosemary’s voice was cold at once, her eyes narrowing.

Cassandra let out a long sigh, as though holding back sorrow. “I came because I care, Rose. I know your family must be devastated by your grandfather’s condition. I only wanted to offer my support.”

“Support?” Rosemary rose to her feet, her face tense. “Or did you come to...