Chapter 20
France
WITH DANTON COMFORTABLE back in his bed and the house quiet again, I made myself busy in the kitchen.
Just as Danton had taught me, I prepared lunch for all three of us, placing three fresh salmon filets on a baking tray and sprinkling them with a little salt.
Cameron sat on a barstool at the center island, sipping his tea. “Thank you for all you’ve done for Danton.”
“Of course.” I lowered my gaze. “I only hope Tilley doesn’t come back after she realizes you’re still a medical student.”
He shrugged. “I know as much as I need to…for this.”
I shoved the baking tray into the oven and lifted the door shut. “You tricked me into going to Hillenbrand.”
“I see you standing in a beautiful seaside house. Living with the man you love. The title ‘Domestic Goddess’ comes to mind.”
I washed my hands under the faucet and wiped them with a tea towel. “You knew he was seriously ill?”
“Yes.”
“And you knew I was suicidal?”
He held my gaze and gave a nod. I was more than a little annoyed with Cameron.
“How can you be sure that after he dies I won’t be so grief-stricken that I end up killing myself?”
He looked away. “That would be a dreadful betrayal of Danton’s wishes.”
“I’m so…” I shook my head, unable to express how deeply I felt for him.
“Me too.” He added a teaspoon of sugar to his tea. “What are his symptoms?”
“His hands go numb.”
“His sight?”
“He’s having difficulty seeing through his left eye. I told Doctor Pier. Nothing can be done, apparently.”
“Thank you for taking such wonderful care of him.”
“This is what he wants…to be here instead of in a hospital.”
“And who wouldn’t want that? To be surrounded by the ones you love.”
My chest heaved. “Why does he have to die?”
Cameron came around and hugged me, a flash of vulnerability reflected in his gaze.
“How’d you meet him?” I asked.
Cameron sat back down on the barstool. “We were at boarding school together. He was a few years older than me.”
“He never told me that.”
He shrugged. “Even then he showed remarkable talent.”
“Did he play for you, too?”