When he arrived at the hospital, he was informed Brody was fine and awake, but his family were with him. Although curiosity hummed in Finn’s head, he made himself scarce, and walked to the canteen. He sat at a table, and slowly munched his way through a bland sandwich.
The clock on the wall in front of him drew his attention, and he sighed as the time ticked by. He distracted himself with his phone, with music, and a coffee, but anxiety began to rise, and he pushed off from his chair and walked through the hospital.
Finn hovered at the door to the ward and waited as a nurse escorted a woman and a child out the door. The woman had the same bright eyes as Brody, and she jangled each step from the jewelry hanging from her ears and neck. Her hair was tied with a scarf, and her clothes were a
