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Nora turned to another page and found her favorite photo Wesley had bent over the saddle to pat Bastinado on the neck when Nora had snapped the picture Wesley looked up just in time to flash her his million-watt smile Nora closed the album and started to slide it in the drahen she noticed another photo--this one in a frame and hidden all the way at the back "Wes…" Nora breathed, looking at the picture of her and Speakeasy alone together She remembered the moment the photo was captured She had dis her horse down after they were done riding She thought Wesley was taking a picture of the rolling pasture behind her She’d pushed her sunglasses on top of her head and pressed her forehead to Speakeasy’s Tendrils of her hair had gone loose and wild around her face Her eyes were closed in the picture and she wore a smile of pure happiness She couldn’t believe Wesley had framed the photo She looked so silly in it

Nora put everything back in his nightstand the way she found it and stretched out on Wesley’s bed She ran through every possible scenario in her mind--was he sick? Car accident? Lost his phone? Lost his mind? Did he have his insulin pen with him? Did he have his med-alert bracelet on? She knew Wesley He’d call her if he was going to be five e boy she wouldn’t have worried about Any other college sophoirl’s dor in on Saturdays, he woke up at the same time every day, came hoular because of his insulin injections He had to get plenty of sleep He worked out at the school gys, didn’t smoke, didn’t have sex He went to class, he went to church, he went ho teenage boy alive Alive…please let him be alive

Nora closed her eyes and turned onto her side She could smell Wesley’s war ti within her

God, I know You’re probably still pissed about Søren, and I really don’t bla me all You want He doesn’t deserve it

At 4:30 a when her red hotline phone rang She sat straight up and found her hands were shaking so , please tell "

"Oui, chérie Your intern is aman"

"Just tell me where he is Is he okay?"

"He’s in the hospital, but he is unharmed if rather the worse for wear"

"What happened?" Nora ran a hand through her hair She leaned over and breathed through her fear and relief

"A co called DKA? Is that familiar to you?"

Nora’s hands went numb at the initials "It’s diabetic ketoacidosis It can be fatal"

Kingsley rattled off the story sliding in and out of French as he did so Froual recitation, Wesley had gotten sick at the library and passed out after throwing up several times in the bathroom He’d been admitted to the hospital in full-blown DKA