Yes, somewhere in the craziness of the past day, that thought had flitted in the back of her mind. “It’d be nice to meet him . . . sometime.”

For now, she had another brother waiting to speak with her. She looked back at Maggie once more. Thank you, Maggie. I’ll be back later. And maybe by then she’d have figured out how to say goodbye.

“What d’ya think is up with that?” Wilder pointed his thumb over his shoulder to where Indi stood with her fiancé on the porch—not arguing, but not looking all that comfortable with each other either.

The midmorning sun failed to provide any warmth, the only benefit to the sharp seaside wind needling Neil being its shock effect, enough to rattle his exhaustion and shake him into alertness.

He hadn’t meant to sleep for three hours. Had only come home to change clothes, maybe grab a shower, then return to the hospital.

But he’d made the mistake of lowering onto his bed, thinking he’d simply rest his eyes for a few minutes. The next thing he’d known, he’d awoken to a blaring sun and the sound of Lilian and Wilder having it out in the hallway. Apparently Wilder had come by with muffins and coffee for everyone and Lil had found some reason to bite his head off for it. Not unusual.

What was unusual was the man who’d slept on the couch downstairs—Indi’s fiancé. The man currently shaking his head at Indi while the clanging wind chime hanging from the corner of the porch spun.

The guy wasn’t what Neil had anticipated. With a name like Bennington Foster, he’d expected slicked-back hair and a sharp suit. Instead, the man still wore last night’s wrinkled clothes, he hadn’t shaved, and if he’d done anything more than shake his fingers through his hair after waking up, he didn’t look it.

“Something’s off with those two.”

Neil didn’t disagree, but he didn’t have time to parse out Indi’s love life just now. He needed to get back to the hospital, check on Maggie.

Find Sydney. He’d knocked on her bedroom door after waking up, and when she didn’t answer, he’d peeked in. Not there.

At least her suitcase was. Which meant she hadn’t changed her mind overnight. Which meant maybe there was still time to . . . what? Convince her to stay?

But what if she was right? What if Maggie’s hurt at learning Sydney wasn’t Cynthia proved detrimental to her health? What if—

“I’m telling you, man, it’s another gut feeling. Something’s weird about that Bennington guy. Lil thinks so, too.”

Neil pulled his keys from his pocket and started toward his truck. “When did she say that? Before or after you guys woke me up with your bickering?” Lilian had left ten minutes ago, insisting they drive separately so they’d have multiple vehicles at the hospital and could easily come and go as needed.