For several minutes, neither spoke. The dining room remained filled with little more than the quiet clinking of cutlery against porcelain and the occasional footsteps of servants moving through the adjoining rooms.
Gerald's thoughts continued drifting toward the hospital, toward Ethan, and toward everything that still remained unresolved between them.
Eventually, Liam lifted his eyes.
"Dad."
Gerald looked across the table.
"Yes?"
"Should we go to the hospital after breakfast?"
Gerald's hand paused around his cup.
For a moment, he considered the suggestion. Under normal circumstances, he would already have been preparing to leave. Ethan was in the hospital, and after everything they had learned at Nightshade, there were countless questions that demanded answers. Gerald knew that eventually he would have to confront his son and hear his explanation for what had happened to Cooper.
