Danny didn’t wake until late morning and was surprised his mother hadn’t sent anyone to rouse him. He made his way to the kitchen in desperate need of coffee. Henri, in his divinely prescient manner, had a just-brewed pot ready and waiting for him. “Bless you, Henri. Has Evan come down yet?”
“Haven’t seen him. Do you want me to send a tray up to him?”
Danny didn’t have the chance to answer as Evan dragged himself into the kitchen and slumped down at the table. His pale face was tense. Deep lines furrowed around his eyes and across his brow. It hurt just to look at him.
Danny pushed his coffee cup over to Evan, who took it gratefully.
Henri quietly put a tall glass of water and a bottle of Ibuprofen in front of Evan. “You start with some of those, Mr. Evan, and I’ll fix you up a remedy
