Weren’t enough for her!”

Jonathon startled awake, his heart beating rapidly and his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He took a moment to remember where he was. Merveille. In the chalet. With Emma. Her warm body snuggled closer to him, burrowing into his chest and his arms tightened reflexively around her. He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes.

It had been a long time since he had dreamed about his father. It had been a long time since he’d let himself even think about that night. The memories themselves were a nightmare. His father, was sick and dying in a hospital bed. Tubes breathing for him. Tubes feeding him....