together, the gum because of the wrappers that went into the trash, and the lipstick was self-evident. She was guessing on the wallet.
“How are you?” Lusie waited, her gray eyes clear and focused. “You’re back a little early.”
“He stood me up.”
The way Lusie’s hand landed on Ehlena’s shoulder was what made the female a great nurse: With one touch she conveyed comfort and warmth and empathy, all of which worked to reduce blood pressure and heart rate and agitation.
All of which helped the mind unscramble.
“I’m sorry,” Lusie said.
“Oh, no, it’s better this way. I mean, I’m looking for too much.”
“Really? You sounded pretty levelheaded to me when you told me about it. You were just going for coffee—”
For some reason she spoke the truth: “Nope. I was looking for a way out. Which won’t ever happen, because I will never leave him.” Ehlena shook her head. “Anyway, thank you so much for coming—”
“It doesn’t have to be an either-or situation. Your father and you—”
“I really appreciate your coming early tonight. It was good of you.”
Lusie smiled in the way Catya had earlier in the evening, tightly, sadly. “Okay, I’ll drop it, but I’m right on this. You can have a relationship and still be a good daughter to your father.” Lusie glanced over at the door. “Listen, you’re going to have to watch that sore on his leg. The one he did on that nail? I put a new dressing on, but I’m worried about it. I think it’s getting infected.”
“I will, and thank you.”
After Lusie dematerialized, Ehlena went into the kitchen, locked the door and bolted it, and headed down to the basement.
In his room, her father was asleep in his huge Victorian bed, the massive carved headboard like the framing arch of a tomb. His head was against a stack of white silk pillows, and the bloodred velvet duvet was folded precisely halfway down his chest.
He looked like a king in repose.
When the mental illness had really grabbed hold of him, his hair and beard had gone white, causing Ehlena to worry that the end-of-life changes were going to start in on him. But after fifty years, he still looked the same, his face unwrinkled, his hands strong and steady.
It was so hard. She couldn’t imagine life without him. And she couldn’t imagine having a life with him.
Ehlena closed his door partway and went into her own room, where she showered and changed and stretched out on her bed. All she had was a twin with no headboard, one pillow, and cotton sheets, but she didn’t care about the luxury stuff. She needed a place to lay her tired bones each day and that was it.
Usually she read a little before falling asleep, but not today. She just didn’t have the energy. Reaching to the side, she turned off the lamp, crossed her feet at the ankles, and laid her arms out straight.
With a smile, she realized she and her father slept in exactly the same position, didn’t they.
In the dark, she thought about Lusie and the way she followed through about her father’s cut. Good nursing was about being concerned for the welfare of patients, even after they left. It was about coaching family members as to what follow-up care was needed, and being a resource.
It wasn’t the kind of job you just dumped because your shift was over.
She turned the lamp back on with a click.
Getting up, she went over to the desktop she’d gotten for free from the clinic when the IT systems had been upgraded. The Internet was slow to connect, as always, but eventually she was able to access the clinic’s medical files database.
She signed in with her password, performed one search…then another. The first was a compulsion, the second a curiosity.
Saving them both, she shut down the laptop and picked up her phone.
ELEVEN
At the razor’s edge of dawn, just before the light began to gather in the eastern sky, Wrath took form in the dense woods at the northern side of the Brotherhood’s mountain. No one had showed back at Hunter-bred, and the day’s imminent rays had forced him to leave.
Small sticks cracked loudly under his shitkickers, the thin pine fingers brittle in the cold. There was not yet snow to muffle the sounds, but he could smell it in the air, feel that frosty bite deep in his sinuses.
The hidden entrance to the Black Dagger Brotherhood’s sanctum sanctorum was at the ass end of a cave, far in the back. His