‘Where is she, Morgan?’
I didn’t wait for him to answer. Deanna was in the kitchen, sitting staring out of the window. She glanced back over her shoulder at me, then turned away again.
‘What do you want?’
‘To talk.’
‘Morgan needed to talk last night.’
‘Come on, Dee, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight last night. It’s just that I could have saved that kid yesterday if I’d had access to Morgan’s treatment.’
‘I know that,’ she said, still not looking at me, ‘but Morgan’s right, isn’t he? The world’s barely limping along as it is. If he shares the information he’s got, we’re all screwed.’
‘It’s an impossible situation,’ Morgan said. I turned around and saw him standing right behind me. ‘Damned if we don’t, damned if we do.’
‘We?’
‘We’re all in this together now, John. But I’m seein
