Chapter 27

The old priest walked up and looked at Desmond. Desmond gave a slight nod. “Father, thank you for your help.” He had come to the church that day to light a candle and request a memorial prayer for the unborn child. By chance, he had seen Isabella sitting quietly in one of the pews. He knew exactly why she was there. So he’d asked the priest to speak with her—gently, with warmth. Maybe hearing those words from someone else would ease her pain, even just a little. But even if Isabella felt a bit better, Desmond sure didn't. Watching her get into Lucas's car and leave made his chest feel tight. His brows knitted together and he was just about to start the car to follow when his phone rang. "Grandma?" Isabella originally planned to head to the hospital, but suddenly remembered something. "It's getting chilly these days. I made a sweater for Liam a while back, left it at Elysian Court. Let's swing by and grab it first." Lucas let out a long "Ohhh" at the end. "So you're not scared of Old Mr