As she returned to bed, Gwen curled up under the blanket and blinked back sudden tears. The weight of the kindness settled deep in her chest. She hadn’t expected anyone to look after her like this—not Elizabeth, especially. And yet, here she was. Gwen felt almost undeserving of it.
She lay there, drowsy, waiting for the medicine to take hold. The light coming through the curtains was soft. Just as she was drifting off, Elizabeth entered the room holding a neat stack of papers. “Hey, sorry,” she said. “These are invoices from the vendors—just need a few signatures.”