Sometimes.
How long has this been happening?
He stared at the page.
Since I was a child.
Rosalie felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather.
Have you seen a doctor?
Many.
What did they say?
Gideon wrote one sentence.
They said nothing could be done.
Rosalie wanted to ask more, but something in his face stopped her.
Instead, she placed her hand on the table beside his.
He looked down at her fingers.
Then he turned his hand over and rested it gently against hers.
It was a small gesture.
Yet for the first time since her wedding, Rosalie wondered whether her marriage might become something neither of them had expected.
On the fifth day, a visitor arrived at the ranch.
Rosalie was outside hanging blankets when she saw a black carriage approaching through the snow.
The driver was a thin man wearing a dark coat and a high collar. He carried a leather medical bag and introduced himself as Dr. Silas Vane.
