It was only our second night staying there, and we hadn’t seen Sebastian, Carter, or Wyatt since we’d arrived in Ireland. The three of them had been off tying up loose ends, and while I was grateful for their help, guilt gnawed at me for not being out there with them.

But according to nurse’s orders—a.k.a. the woman curled up next to me—I was not allowed to “go running around town and help take down bad guys” yet. (Her words, most definitely not mine.)

Her hovering over me like a newborn, making sure I was still breathing, had made it a hell of a lot harder to secretly plan for her birthday. We’d be spending it in Scotland, not that she knew yet.

Still, I was feeling much better. Ten times better than I had on Monday after drowning. There was no need for her to keep coddling me.

Or for my pain-in-the-ass brother to suddenly morph from chef to nurse overnight. Enzo had been all over me ever since I’d died, driving me insane. I had to kick him out of the house—out of the damn country, in fact—to get him out of my hair.

I’d reminded him he had another brother to bother. One who’d just had a kid. I told him to get back to the States and help Alessandro learn to swaddle a baby and change diapers. Maybe teach him not to handle his kid like a live grenade about to detonate, echoing Callie’s words over FaceTime yesterday about my brother.

Fortunately, Alessandro had made it home in the nick of time. Thank God. Quite literally, too. Alessandro made it to the hospital ten minutes before Callie delivered. They’d welcomed a healthy son, Elijah, to the family.

They’d chosen a biblical name in honor of the miracle that had happened in Italy. A nice gesture. Although, our mother was still holding out hope one of us would name our kid after Dad one day. Doubtful that’d be happening.

Speaking of kids. I had two to worry about for the next sixty days. Pending some legal paperwork we had to file and get approved back in New York, Juliette and I were about to become Lennon’s legal guardians. We’d made the decision after taking Lennon to visit her mom. The three of them had doubled down, pleading with us to do it. Between Colin’s puppy-dog eyes, Lennon’s pouts, and her mother’s prayer hands, it’d been impossible to say no.

Besides, where would Lennon go now? Her brother would soon be behind bars with their father here in Dublin, and with any luck, her uncle, too. So, she needed someone to look after her.