(Aurora's POV)
"I'm all right." Her voice was thin but firm.
Phineas caught the eye of a passing server and said, quietly, "Could you check whether the restaurant has any blood pressure medication on hand? Emergency tablets as well, just as a precaution."
Both Joyce and Jonathan looked at him.
Joyce waved a hand. "That won't be necessary. I have my own medication." She opened the small clasp bag on her lap and set a pill case on the table with a decisive click. "Say what you have to say."
I nudged Phineas in the ribs with my elbow. He glanced at me, and I gave him a look that I hoped communicated *this is not the moment*.
"I was thinking of her wellbeing," he said, with what appeared to be genuine feeling.
"Phineas."
He cleared his throat and composed himself.
"All the DNA reports
