Urgency felt like a bomb inside Anthony, slowly counting down. He'd moved to sit near his father. Then he had been forced to wait to engage him in conversation, since Johnathan Hale seemed focused on his drink and dessert, using them both as a means to stall Anthony's obvious desire to talk. It was all Anthony could do to make himself wait. Restless, he moved apart from the group while his father dawdled, surveying them, yet lost in his own thoughts. Luke had failed in his quest for alcoholic oblivion, and he now sat beside Sarah, neither of them saying a lot. Georgia drank coffee, holding the cup in both hands as if desiring warmth. Annalise had gone in search of a place outside to smoke, and Johnathan now sat by himself at the head of the table, looking tired and worn. As he laid down hi
