The moment Quinton learned the truth, his entire body went rigid.
After collecting himself, he tried to move past Amara toward the ward. "I need to see her," he said.
But Amara stepped into his path, her voice almost begging. "Quinton, Blanche hasn't slept for days on end. She just managed to fall asleep. Please don't disturb her. If you do, she'll be awake all night again."
Quinton stopped cold at her words.
He wanted to see his sister, but couldn't bear the thought of disturbing her rest.
Even though Amara's reasoning seemed shaky, Quinton couldn't risk it. What if she was right? The worry ate at him.
If his thoughtlessness woke his sister after she'd finally found some peace, he'd never live with himself.
Seeing Quinton waver, Amara pressed on. "The doctor emphasized that Blanche needs extensive sleep for proper healing."
Quinton dropped his head, his voice muffled. "Right, let her rest."
