Chapter 336

After a few days away, Giselle returned to the hospital to find Donovan already moving about on his own. He had been in the middle of a video conference, but the moment he saw her step inside, he wrapped things up in a few words and ended the call. "How's your flu? Are you recovered?" he asked casually. Those days she had spent shut away in grief, she had told Donovan she was down with a fever, resting at home so she wouldn't risk infecting him. Seeing his refreshed, healthy complexion, her mood eased a little, though the shadow over her heart refused to lift. She walked to his bedside, wanting to show some tenderness, but the weight pressing on her chest made it impossible to smile. "What's wrong?" Donovan noticed the hollowness in her eyes, the faint swelling around them. He reached to lift her chin. "Were you that sick?" "No." She pushed his hand away, sat in silence for a long moment, then spoke flatly. "My dog, Eastin—something happened." "What happened?" "Anne had it kil