Finn drifted back to consciousness to the memory of baking bread. A beeping sound nagged at him. A warm hand held his. It almost felt like…
“Finn?”
Lisa. His eyes flew the rest of the way open. She wore a pink cardigan over a soft white t-shirt and looked like an angel to him. He feasted on the sight of her. But her dark eyes were so wide and worried, skin pale in the fluorescent light of wherever he was.
Hospital, he realized.
He sat bolt upright. “Molly! Where is she?”
“She’s fine. She’s already back home. Not a scratch on her. Last I heard, she was telling the entire tale to Mrs. Murphy.”
He lay back on the hospital bed. His head throbbed like a mother—
Mother.
“I remembered, Lisa. I remembered my family. Their name is DeLuca. I was Elias DeLuca. My mother’s name was Brandi, my
