“Tim, is there any way you can reach Mr. Sullivan?” Wiona’s voice shook with urgency. “I really need to talk to him, but I can’t get through.”
She already knew Conrad was out of the country. They hadn’t spoken much lately, except for his text earlier that day. Now every call just rang and rang. With nothing else to try, she turned to Tim and Jim for help.
“I’ll give him a call, ma’am,” Tim replied.
But it didn’t make a difference. Tim and Jim both tried, and both got nothing but silence.
“Mr. Sullivan must be caught up in something important,” Tim said. This wasn’t normal at all.
Wiona realized there was nothing more she could do. “Alright, I understand.”
She hurried out of the car, with Molly, Tim, and Jim trailing after her as she rushed toward the hospital’s surgical wing.
“Wiona!” Tina was already waiting, pacing anxiously. As soon as she saw Wiona, she grabbed her arm. “Stay calm. Cassian’s in surgery.”
Wiona’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Calm was the last thing she felt. She was terrified she’d never see her mentor again, terrified she didn’t even know what had happened.
“What exactly happened?” she asked.
Tina nodded toward a group standing by the operating room doors. “Over there. I don’t know what went down between them. They’re saying Cassian fell down the stairs by accident.”
Wiona looked up and froze. It was them—Bronwen, Nicholas, and a few other people whose faces she recognized from years ago. Someone else stood toward the back, half-hidden, but familiar.
Nicholas spotted her first. “Wiona, you’re here.”
She’d already been seen, so there was no point in hanging back. She forced herself forward. “Uncle Nicholas. Mr. William. Mr. Pagel. Mr. Young. Ms. Morden.”
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