AT THE SAME TIME
MICHAEL'S POINT OF VIEW:
Isabella tried to shake it off, brushing my hand away as if I were being ridiculous. But I wasn't buying it. Her cheeks were too pale, and her hands, usually warm and steady, were cold against mine. She was putting on that brave face again the same one she wore when she thought she had to fight through everything alone. Not this time.
As the others resumed talking, nervous chatter about our next steps and the long stretch of fighting still ahead, I leaned over to Xavier, who was sitting stiffly across from me. He raised an eyebrow, clearly catching my urgency.
"Your family." I started in a low voice. "They've got doctors, right?"
