Healey burst into the tent Brianna was working in, carrying a pile of mail. Knowing he’d see the fever in her face, she ducked her head to avoid his sharp gaze. She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and tried to stem the shivers wracking her so he wouldn’t notice. “Two letters for you today.” He handed her the thin, yellowed envelopes with a smile and walked away. She left after him for some privacy, and walked to Justin’s tent to stand outside it. She shook her head at herself, the motion pulling at her cramped, stiff muscles. Her head throbbed. You are pathetic and shameless. And you need to go home to bed. Turning her attention to her letters, she tore one of them open. Morgan’s scrawling hand covered the page and she closed her eyes in relief. It was dated almost six weeks ago, but at least at that time he’d still been uninjured, in Georgia. They’d promoted him to lieutenant, since the others had been either wounded or killed. She folded it to tuck it into her apron pocket and glanced up to find Justin watching her from his bed.
