Fenn had been in the lobby.
She found this out the next morning, from Cael Orin, who had been with him. Fenn had sat in the lobby with his tea from nine to ten-seventeen. Not the waiting room — the lobby, the specific geography of a man who understood that some rooms were not his to occupy and had found the room that was his.
Cael sat beside him.
Neither of them spoke for most of it. That was Cael and Fenn — two men who had been in the same building for forty years and had developed the specific companionship of people who didn't need to fill silence to occupy it correctly.
At 9:17, Fenn had set down his tea.
Cael noted this. Filed it.
Fenn looked at the lobby's main entrance. At the hospital beyond it. At the direction of room three, which was not visible from where he was sitting b
