Deirdre was a little dejected to hear that, but she nodded nonetheless. “Yeah. She… somehow knows something about my father.”

After administering first-aid, Mrs. Engel called the family doctor and had them treat the wound on Deirdre’s face. It was not a serious injury, but the environment where Deirdre was hurt was not known to be sanitary, so an infection seemed a little too likely. The doctor had to sanitize her wound multiple times. Finally, they swiped some healing cream and pressed a bandaid on her cut, not too big to stick out but not too small to be ignored either.

Deirdre was planning to coordinate a fib with Mrs. Engel to fool Brendan—her suggestion was to call it “an injury from being poked by something”—when Brendan suddenly called her.

“What happened during your visit to prison?”

Deirdre’s heart almost leaped out of her throat. How did he learn about that so soon? She had just returned for a few minutes!

Still, she was not going to just come clean immediately. “Nothin