Brian opened his eyes and looked at her. "I can go with you," he insisted.

Rosalynn gave him a small, reassuring smile. "You need to rest. I can manage on my own," Rosalynn said quietly.

Before Brian could respond, her phone on the table buzzed with a message.

She reached for it and saw it was from Lyndon.

“Are you resting now? Do you need me to bring lunch?" the message read.