Chapter 36
Arthur asked Hilda if she had anything she wanted to ask him.
After finishing the soup Arthur had prepared, Hilda placed the bowl back on the tray and took the glass of milk he handed her.
“Like what?” Hilda asked, cradling the warm glass between her palms as she gently blew on it.
She was still weak, but it was nothing compared to earlier.
“I think I’ve learned enough... heard enough... while I was asleep,” she whispered. “I don’t want to complicate things anymore. Because honestly, nothing’s going to change, anyway.”
Arthur pressed his lips into a tight line. He had kept everything from Hilda—especially the truth about the children.
Hilda couldn’t bring herself to be angry or question him, not after everything he’d done for her.
Now that she was awake and saw Arthur ri
