Annalise sat outside her husband's hospital room, tense and distracted. She scarcely noticed when Anthony arrived but she squeezed his hand when he clasped her cold one.
"Mother," he said gently. "It seems to be what he wishes."
"Luke's having a baby. That's all your father knows."
Patting her shoulder, Anthony inhaled a deep breath and entered the shadowy room, where his father lay on the hospital bed. They'd gone full circle since Anthony's plane crash. Now it was his father who lay white-faced and ill on the bed.
"Anthony," Johnathan whispered.
"I'm here," Anthony assured him. When his father's hand reached for him, Anthony clasped it within both of his. He could feel time ticking away and he was almost angry at his father for giving up.
"I've never talked to you about Luke's moth
