Chapter 57

When they arrived at the Grayson residence, Henry immediately began tending to Elise's wound, following Ben's written instructions carefully. After applying the ointment, he poured her a cup of warm water and placed the prescribed pills in her left hand. When everything was done, he said quietly, "I'm sorry." "This isn't your fault," Elise replied. She glanced at her right hand, the skin raw and peeled, then said calmly, "I'm hungry. Let's eat." Michael had invited her over for Thanksgiving dinner and had cooked the meal himself. He was getting old, but he was still in good health. With Henry and his parents away on business and the housekeeper off for the holidays, it was just the three of them at the table. "Mr. and Mrs. Grayson aren't coming home?" Elise asked after sitting down. "Not this year," Michael said simply, then served her food. "Your favorite, mashed potatoes and roasted ribs. Eat more." "Thank you." She didn't press further. Whatever Henry's parents were doing w