Chapter 23
The receptionist from yesterday smiled at us as we crossed the lobby. “Mr. Wyndham. Mr. Martin is waiting for you in the dining room. Your brother is with him, Mr. Llewellyn.”
“Thank you, Madeleine,” Hyde said. “I know the way.”
I assumed Hyde knew her name from the tag on her blouse, but how could he know where the dining room was? Promise Hospice hadn’t been built until about seven years ago. There had been a big to-do over it, with Granddad for the project, and the Families, and most especially Sir, against it. Somehow, Granddad had been able to swing the city council; because things had gotten so bad at the manor, I’d spent six months living at Silver Birch.
They’d been the best six months of my life.
The dining room was a large, airy space with murals of seascapes and
