Chapter 16
The day Noah woke up in the ICU, I told him some good news.
Grace’s father had given himself a concussion from banging his head, and his mental state had deteriorated.
He kept seeing hallucinations, crying out that ghosts were coming to claim his life. The Sutton family’s fortunes seemed to have reached their end.
Reed had been busy around us, but never mentioned anything, as if the Sutton family’s rapid downfall had nothing to do with him.
I’d followed him for so many years, only knowing his thunderous methods.
Now I realized he also had a compassionate heart.
Even at his own expense, he had silently avenged us.
He handed me a bag of clean clothes, and I pulled out the sweater I’d bought for Noah.
“This guy’s head is too big. It wouldn’t fit.
“When he was little, I called him ‘big head,‘ and mom would scold me, saying some people wish they could be big but can’t.”
I sniffled.
Reed caressed my face, remembering something that made him smile to himself. “I’m pretty big too.”
I cupped his head, looking at it from side to side.
“Seems pretty standard to me. Not too big, not too small.”
Suddenly I noticed his eyes fixed on me intensely, looking very… inappropriate. I turned my face away, my cheeks burning.
