C79 SEVENTY-NINE
***William P.O.V ***
I made Bridget sit up on the bed gently, using pillows to guide her back. Then I carried the tray that contained the bowl of soup and looked at her. Her eyes were tightly closed like she was deeply asleep.
I sighed. I am the only one that knows that she isn’t asleep… I carried a spoonful of soup upward and blew air on it for a while