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With Scott it had never been more than what they had today. And while that made her appreciate what she had got, it also made her long for what she had not. Commitment—and that was one thing she would never get from him.

"I’ll sleep next door for the time being. I think you need a little space," she said lightly.

And so did she.

He pulled a face of objection, but he was too tired to object too much. He lay down on the bed and it felt like heaven.

"Okay," he yawned. "If you say so."

But within a couple of weeks he began to show very definite signs of improvement—physically, at least. The sleep showed in the renewed brightening of his eyes and the familiar healthy glow of his skin. Often they took him outside, to sit in the restorative sunshine and to sit quietly in the haven which Felicia's garden provided. He was eating proper meals, too—the freshest, most delicious food that Felicia and sometimes Vivian could conjure up.

She put two plates of salmon down on the table one evening and