And every now and then, he’d stare at me, but there was no sign that the lights were on inside, so to speak. His irises remained full black; the misty vapor still swirled in his eyes. I’d taken to using the iPad my dad had given me as an early Christmas present before I left to download and play Jude’s favorite movies. I refused to play the Tarantino flicks, still afraid violence might not be the best way to coax him from his shell.I didn’t know if he actually watched the movies, as his eyes kept their glazed look while he stared at the screen I propped on his lap with a pillow. Rio Bravo had just ended, so I removed the iPad.I’d recently picked up my historical romance, The Captain’s Captive, which I’d stopped reading during our honeymoon and left on the mantel in the bedroom. Though I knew without a doubt that Jude would never in a million years read a romance novel, I’d decided to read aloud to him anyway.Captain Sparr and his lady, Viola, had finally found a safe and warm cottage in the wilderness where they’d washed ashore.
