The following morning, Brigid still had not regained consciousness. Bolivan had laid her on Broderick’s bed and sat in an armchair in the far corner of the room where he could watch over her throughout the night. He periodically checked on her by feeling for her pulse and checking that she was breathing, and despite his best efforts to stay awake to watch over her, he must have drifted off to sleep. Brigid was lying on her back with one arm draped across her stomach and the other resting on Atticus, who was lying tightly up against her body. Her face was turned towards the dim light coming in through the newly repaired window located on the wall directly across from the bed. He noted the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out. Broderick peaked out through the window behind h
