Phineas stopped, his hand on the doorknob. He didn't turn around.
"She had a miscarriage," Patrick said quietly. "Very recently. Her body is still recovering from the trauma."
The muscles in Phineas's jaw tightened. His hand gripped the brass knob until his knuckles turned white. A cold, terrifying aura radiated from him, dropping the temperature in the hallway.
"I see," Phineas said. His voice was devoid of emotion, yet heavy with a dark, suppressed violence.
He opened the door and walked out.
Patrick watched him go, shaking his head. "Asset, my ass. You're in deep, my friend."
***
Jasper arrived at the hospital an hour later.
Rosalind was finally asleep, clutching a teddy bear. Jasper stepped out into the hallway, his shoulders sagging.
Sienna sat on the bench, looking small and
