Chapter 17Madsen tried to get in a comfortable position. The metal bar of the chair poked his back, and he angled his body a different way. Satisfied that he could sit in this position for a little while, he then uncovered the small dish Alex and Owen had brought him. The soup was still warm. He moved closer to it, breathed in the aroma. It was Natilda’s recipe of mushrooms, onions, and Phoeban carrots.
Birder was so lucky to marry a great cook.
She made savory dishes out of the most common things on Phoebe. He savored the taste as he greedily fed not far from the man he loved.
Sartre was two arm lengths away, asleep. He had barely stirred since they moved him to a different part of the medical unit. There was a second cot next to Sartre and an extra, but empty chair. Their private area
