Chapter Sixteen
Aileen wasn’t sure what had happened after Callan had got the confessions he’d needed. She didn’t recall who had asked the doctor to come by and examine her. Nor was she sure how she’d got to bed.
All Aileen could say for certain was that she woke up sore, and disorientated – as if she was suffering from a high fever.
Isla had been there, tending to her. Her care had warmed Aileen’s heart. Never had she been looked after by someone who wasn’t family.
After setting a sumptuous-looking breakfast tray over Aileen’s lap, Isla sat on the chair next to her bed.
‘Now I don’t know the whole story, but Callan told me you were in a bad state.’
‘Callan told you?’ Aileen’s voice was raspy in the quiet room. She bent over the tray and breathed in the zesty flavour of tea.
Isla on
