Deirdre had personally told her that Charlene had information about her father. She had even divulged the knowledge she had gathered so far.

Shea was a member of Brendan’s organization—he trusted her, and her loyalty could not be doubted.

Thus, Deirdre was left with one last suspect.

Her headache intensified into a painful, throbbing migraine.

Brendan got down from his bed and pulled her into his arms. He ran his hand down her shaking back in comfort and did his best to hide how sick he really looked. “It’s okay, Dee. Calm down. Don’t overthink. I’m here with you.”

Deirdre tightened her arms around him. His scent… It made her feel safe. She finally settled down, but that abject helplessness remained. It was, unfortunately, immune to being banished.

“Could it be that I have trusted the wrong person all along, Brendan? I just… can’t believe this. I can’t believe it could be her! She treated me like… I was her own daughter, Brendan. If she wanted something bad to happen to me, s