Blanche's POV
That evening, Amara had some event to attend, so she waited until my family showed up before taking off.
Amber didn't come tonight—instead, Quinton appeared at the hospital with dinner in hand.
Since I'd been stuck in this hospital bed, Quinton hadn't bothered to visit me once.
Tonight marked his first appearance.
We'd grown up side by side, and Quinton was the serious type—never smiled much, always methodical about everything, with moods that could shift without warning.
Even though I knew my brother inside and out, being alone with him still made me nervous.
I settled back against the bed rail, quietly picking at the dinner Quinton had brought.
Quinton sat in the nearby chair, silently working on peeling an orange.
Once he finished, he arranged the segments in a neat little container.
After cleaning his hands, he looked up at me. "Where's Vincent?"
That day, Vincent had swept me up and carried me out of our family home.
