Bonnie stood frozen for a second, her heart racing in her chest. Georgia? The Brooks heir? It didn’t make sense. She dropped her hand from her mouth and forced herself to look at Sylvester. His eyes still burned with anger, but there was something else there too, shame, maybe. Or fear. She wasn’t sure.
“I… I want to see Mom,” Bonnie said at last, her voice small.
Sylvester stepped aside, his jaw tight. “Go on then. She’ll be discharged by evening. She’s resting.”
Bonnie swallowed hard and moved to the door. Her hand shook a little as she pushed it open. The room smelled of antiseptic and fresh flowers someone had left on the table by the bed. The blinds were half-drawn, letting in soft light.
Her mother lay there, pale but awake, her eyes fluttering open when she heard the door.
“Mom,
