Marks of Regret

Just as dawn broke the next morning, Gideon returned home.

Tess hurried over. "Mr. Whitmore, you're finally back."

Gideon glanced toward the master bedroom, worry etched on his face. "Is she any better?"

Tess sighed, "Since yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Whitmore hasn't had a single drop of water, except for taking her pill."

Gideon's brows furrowed. "The pill?"

Seeing Gideon's expression shift, Tess a