Second Thoughts

"Thanks." A tired sigh escaped Celine before she could catch it.

It was him again. Always him. The situation was getting ridiculous.

Vance stared down at her pale face. "Does it still hurt?"

"Not anymore."

"How was the cold sandwich?"

Celine fell silent, gripping the edges of the thin hospital blanket. He must have seen that pathetic, untouched plastic container sitting on her kitchen co