CHAPTER 15: WRATH’S VENGEANCESHE COULDN’T BELIEVE IT. WHEN she’d run off from the hospital the morning prior and looked back at the fiery ruins, it seemed impossible that anyone could have survived. And though her heart was still heavy with guilt and sorrow for those who had perished, it rejoiced at the same time for the woman she’d come to consider a sister and the little boy who had weaseled his way into her heart so quickly.
“I’m going to check on the communication system,” Michael told her. “Doctor Woodward…I can trust that you’ll stay put for the length of time I’m gone?”
He turned on his heels without another word and left, leaving her staring after him uncertainly. The tone of his voice had been cool and aloof, and there was something else about him…he was on edge, distant. He was
