“Here you go,” Eleanor said as she handed a cup of water to Deirdre.
Fin remained unconscious, and the older woman had finally fallen silent. It seemed her tears had been spent. Ronin stood at the window, brooding, while Caine waited near the door. He was more interested in the comings and goings of the hospital than what was going on in the room.
“Thank you,” Deirdre murmured. “I just don’t know why Fergus isn’t here.”
“Well, they had dinner plans tonight,” Eleanor explained again with a frown. It was the third time she had to explain where Gus had gone.
“How can dinner be more important than his brother?” Deirdre asked.
“They were here earlier,” Eleanor said. “They stayed as long as they could, hoping he would wake up before they had to leave.”
“But why would he leave his brothe
