Deirdre felt her ears humming and raised her head abruptly.

‘Die? Who’s dying?’

Her eyes were filled with disbelief, and she got up from her seat shakily. It felt as if the air was made of needles as every breath she took pierced her lungs. She wanted to ask, yet the nurses had only chatted briefly before turning around and parting ways.

Deirdre leaned against the ice-cold wall by herself and replayed the conversation between the nurses repeatedly in her head.

‘Brendan is dying?’

Deirdre’s mind went blank, and she thought about Madame Brighthall’s sudden appearance and the desperation in her voice at the time.

Deirdre felt her chest tightening and wondered if it was a misunderstanding. ‘Or, it might even be a joke. Brendan is still doing well. He was still talking in the restaurant earlier. How can he be…’

All of a sudden, the door behind her opened.

Kyran furrowed his eyebrows when he found Deirdre standing at the door, her face ghastly pale.

Declan was right behind him a