Notice his ring less finger and start the questioning as to why he wasn’t married.
‘Your daughter is correct in bring you Mrs Clearwater.’ He said as he worked in stitching her arm up. ‘You needed some help with these injuries.’
The two kept talking and I could see what he was doing. His fingers working fast, and precisely. Trying to leave the a clean line in his wake.
I stood by the wall, arms crossed frowning.
‘Don’t look so worried. You did the right thing.’ He -