“Grace, how are you?”
“As well as I can be. The fever still hasn’t broken.”
“Mrs. Greenleaf has sent over another basket of food. I’ve left it in the kitchen. You must try to eat something.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“My dear, you must keep up your strength. It won’t help Peter if you fall ill. May I suggest you go rest for an hour or two? I shall sit with him.”
“No, I cannot leave him. What if he…”
Kathryn squeezed her hand. “Dearest, you need rest or else you’ll be right beside your husband. I promise to come for you if there is any change in his condition.”
Grace reluctantly agreed. She was so tired, and her mind was in turmoil. She couldn’t imagine her life without her beloved Peter. She went into the spare bedchamber to rest for a bit, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleep overtook her exhausted body.