Deirdre’s face was as white as a sheet. Hearing both his name and a question about their relationship triggered her.
Fortunately for her, Declan knew better than to pursue the thread. “No, never mind. It must have been something deeply distressing from the looks of it, so I won’t press on it anymore.”
“Thank you,” Deirdre muttered under her breath.
“God, I told Miss Charlene McKinney Mr. Reed’s room by mistake just now. That’s not good,” the first nurse murmured. “I should go up there and inform her of the change.”
“You don’t have to,” replied the head nurse. “I’ll inform the nurses on that floor.”
“Okay.”
Their conversation died.
Deirdre bit her lips as a new question took hold of her mind. Should she go up there? Charlene was there right now…
“You wanna take a break, Miss McKinnon? I’ll get you a room in a nearby hotel. You can come back in the evening. How does that sound?”
Deirdre stiffened for a moment and replied hastily, “T-That’s great.”
She felt lucky to have met Declan at this moment.
As soon as she entered his car, a thought leaped into her mind, prompting her to ask, “Mr. King, are you from Eastgene?”
Declan turned the steering wheel noncommittally. “Yeah.”
“Why the thought of turning Alnwick into a tourist spot? Ours is a pretty remote place, isn’t it?”
In a world of smartphones, old dumbphones like Deirdre’s were rare enough to be considered novelties. The staff took it, examined it, and replied, “Sorry. We don’t have it.”
Deirdre’s disappointment was visible.
The staff continued. “But I can help you buy one in one from nearby shops. I think its cable should still be sold there.”
“Really?” Deirdre cried out, her eyes twinkling. Then she moved her hand to her pocket and frantically pulled away. She had forgotten to bring her money while rushing to get there.
The staff seemed to have noticed her and flashed her a smile. “No worries, miss. All of our services are included in your fees. Now, let us get you to your room first.”
Deirdre lay down after plugging the cable into her phone, but sleep eluded her. The sting in her chest—the all-consuming panic—stubbornly remained in her mind. It was just a misunderstanding in the end, and yet…
She climbed up and turned her phone on. A flood of messages reminding her of unanswered calls echoed. She decided to call Eilis to inform the older woman of her safety and told her she would have to be here for a few more days.
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