Chapter 246

JANE'S POV

I stood at the stove, slowly stirring a pot of chicken noodle soup. The warm steam rushed up into my face, but it couldn't thaw the freezing coldness in my chest.

My hands, still tightly wrapped in white medical bandages, ached with every movement—a constant, painful reminder of the price I had paid to play this role.

But the pain didn't matter. The bandage was my perfect armor. To Lydi