Chapter 85: Bryce, The Instrument.

“Oh, Dad,” Nora gasped, moving closer to his bed. She reached for his hand, but he flinched away weakly.

“I called her here,” Leonard said, perching on the edge of the bed. “She came to see you.”

“I… don't want her here,” Arthur murmured, his voice frail.

Heat creeped up her cheeks, but she forced a smile on her face. She couldn't deny the pain that came with realizing that even on his sick bed, h