Valeria's fingers twitched, but she remained silent.

Hutton reached out and tentatively took her hand. "Valeria," he murmured.

Valeria offered no response, her gaze fixed elsewhere.

Lyndon observed the scene quietly. The only thing he cared about was Rosalynn's well-being.

“You must be hungry, Rosalynn," he said. “Why don't you sit down and have some breakfast?"