Chapter 57

Conlan doesn’t answer right away, just

shrugs and stares into his bowl, his lower lip trembling. “Fine,”

he whispers, but I don’t believe it. I don’t think any of us do.

Composing himself, Conlan clears his throat and raises his voice,

looks at us and nods. “She’ll be fine.”

“What about the—” Dylan starts, but I

kick him beneath the table and he shuts up quickly. The last thing

he needs to ask about now is the baby. Stirring his soup, he

mumbles, “That’s good, I guess. That she’s fine.”

“Yeah,” Conlan says. I get the feeling

we’re keeping him from… well, from whatever he was doing before we

came over here. He glances at Shanley and chews the inside of his

lip before he asks, “Have you been to see her again?” Shanley

shakes his head. With a sigh, Conlan asks, “That surgery you

mentioned, stitching her up inside? Will that work?”

“It might,” Shanley says, sipping at

his soup. “Or it might not, I’ll have to be honest with you here.