Madam Hale left the hospital in a rush, barely giving herself time to think, let alone breathe. The moment the car pulled into the driveway, she turned anxiously toward Howard. “Where’s Jeffrey?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

Holding back a smile, Howard gestured toward the direction of the study. “In there, talking to Mr. Jonathan.”

Madam Hale didn’t care about decorum. The only thought consuming her now was her grandson.

Upstairs, in the ...