CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED-ONE

The Stranger He Held

You are going to starve," whispered Joel.

Emerald was sitting upright in bed, her body too tense, gazing fixedly at the untouched tray of food.

"I'm not hungry," she replied, her voice flat. Detached. Her gaze never shifted to meet his. Not even once.

He tried to laugh. "Tha...