Chapter 315

Harrison's POV

I went upstairs carrying a tray with light sandwiches, a bottle of cold water, and fresh juice. I'd kept it simple with whole-grain bread with turkey, mild cheese, a few crackers. Nothing that might upset Della's stomach while she was still recovering from whatever had been slipped into her drink.

I found her sitting up in bed, wearing one of my T-shirts that was far too big on her,