ChapterForty-Four
‘How nice.We’re on the same table,’ Sally said, smiling up at Owen.
‘Yes,’ Owen agreed, noting the vacant space with the name card: Judge Henry McKinnon on the other side of Sally. He asked, ‘How’s Henry?’
‘Not doing well.’ Sally’s face clouded. ‘The doctors say they don’t know how he’s hanging on. He’s in a lot of pain all the time. I hate to see him suffering so.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Are you?’ Her tone sharp, Sally’s small hand rested on top of Owen’s.
‘Yes, of course, I am. No one should suffer a long, drawn-out death.’
‘Even your father?’
‘Of course not.’
‘So, you don’t hate Henry anymore?’
Owen checked out the people in their immediate surroundings. Some were joining their table. Millie was in the space next to Henry’s empty chair. Mathew was next to her.
He lowered his voice. ‘Can we please not talk about this here?’
‘Owen.’ Sally’s hand tightened on his. ‘Time is running out. I’m sure the only reason Henry’s fighting to stay alive is you. You need to make peace with your father.’
‘I need?’ Owen said more loudly than intended. Heads turned in his direction and he sprang from his seat just as Emi arrived at the chair beside him.
‘Daddy.’ Emi pulled at his trouser leg. ‘What’s the matter.’
‘Nothing, cariad. I just need … need the bathroom. I won’t be long, and here’s Lex to look after you.’
‘What’s wrong?’ Lexie looked anxiously at him.
‘Nothing.’ Owen hurried away from the table, leaving confusion behind him.
