Chapter Thirteen
Jaci lifted the spoon to the old man’s mouth, tipping applesauce between his cracked lips. Despite his best attempts at swallowing, most of it ended up on his chin and shirt.
Vacant blue eyes glanced down at the wet stains, then back up at her. She wondered if the stains bothered him. If anything bothered him.
Forcing a smile, Jaci blotted away the applesauce. “Don’t worry, Dad. You’re still the best-looking guy on the wing. All the nurses have crushes on you.”
The ghost of a grin touch his lips, but that’s all it was. A ghost. Her own memory and wishful thinking projecting it onto his placid face, the mark of a guilty subconscious trying to protect her from the truth.
From what she’d done to him.
Behind his bed, the oxygen machine whirred, the heart monitor marking
