Chapter Twenty-Seven
As soon as Lorcan reached the patio, Noah and Orla ran out to greet him. Noah’s eyes were wide with anticipation and anxiety. Lorcan could see tears welled up and ready to roll down his face. He ruffled Noah’s hair. “Uncle Simon said your father is going to be okay.” Lorcan glanced at Orla and said nothing. Orla could read the sign—he didn’t want to talk in front of Noah.
Later, they tucked the boy into bed. In the living room, Orla sat and played with the cat. “Now can you tell me what Simon really said?” Lorcan told Orla what was said at Simon’s place.
“Do you know what to do?” Lorcan asked at the conclusion of the story.
Orla nodded. “Sort of. In theory, at least. I told you before, I haven’t practiced for a long time. I had a good understanding, but that was ab
