Tabitha's POV I heard Derek going upstairs. So, I quickly finished my shower, put on a bathrobe, and walked out. As I pushed open the door, I saw Derek holding a wooden tray. On the tray were sliced roasted turkey and potatoes. Derek averted his gaze imperceptibly, his Adam's apple rolling slightly. "The roasted turkey is ready. Give it a go. See if it still tastes the same." It was such a long morning, and I hadn't had a chance to eat. So my stomach was rumbling. Mark took me away from the island in a hurry, and I didn't get to bring my meds. It'd cover a whole month, and I had been taking it for half a month. During those 15 days, my wound had never hurt or gotten worse. Jasper repeatedly reminded me that I had to take it on time every day. But ever since I came back, I hadn't