Wilson was recovering well under the professional care of doctors and nurses. Even so, Clara could not resist wanting to see his recovery, telling herself that a glance was all she needed.

One of her hands searched out the buttons on his shirt, and she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She carefully pulled his shirt over until she saw the scar on the upper right-hand part of his belly.

It was a bad scar.

Clara stared at the scar, tears in her eyes. She suddenly thought of the first time Wilson d