Page 176 of Brutal Savage

Her face turns ashen. “I…I can get Ms. Davis to speak to you. But here’s the address.”

She writes it on a yellow Post-it and hands it to me.

At first, I don’t understand what I’m seeing. How can this be? It makes no sense.

“Are you sure?” I pass the Post-it to Gran.

“Yes, that’s what’s in our system.”

“Okay. Uh, thanks.”

We start rushing back to the car, Gran keeping up pace beside me. As soon as we’ve got our seat belts on, I start the engine.

“Still not sure if he’s the one?” Gran smiles.

I glance at her as we enter the highway, tears pricking my eyes.

It was Tynan.

He brought Grandpa to his home.

Our home.

Emotions clog my throat. “I don’t understand. How could he bring Grandpa to the house without saying anything to me?”

She shrugs, not the least bit worried anymore. “I’m sure he just thought he would surprise you. I think it’s lovely.”

My pulse still beats from the fear I just experienced. Yet with every second, that fear melts away, and in its place is absolute happiness.

I need to see Grandpa. I need to make sure he’s okay.

But after that, I need to see my husband.

Half an hour later, and we’re back on the estate, me jumping out of the car and rushing inside to make sure Grandpa is really there.

Brody greets me and Gran with a wave.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I give him a tight hug, and Gran does too. “Weird question. Did you by any chance see an old man here today?”

He nods and takes my hand, leading me.

My heart lurches.

Grandpa is really here. Where I can take care of him anytime.

It’s what I told Tynan I wished I could do and how much I hated sending him to a home. Is that why he did this?

I blink back tears as Brody leads me to a long corridor, and on the left, there’s a single door. When he opens it, I find Grandpa in his wheelchair, three nurses there fiddling around the room.

My breaths still, and I swipe a hand under my lower lashes, emotions making it hard to speak.

The room is luxurious and spacious with a king-sized bed, and even a small kitchen on the left. There’s everything Grandpa would need right here.

The women look up at me, one of them coming toward us.

“Hi there. You must be Mrs. Quinn, and you must be Nora.” She shakes our hands. “I’m Betty, and this is Morgan and Stacey.”

They both say hello.

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