Chapter 130 Late Night Deals

• Ava
• It was just after two in the morning when the nurse came in to gently inform us that visiting hours were over. Chris and I had been keeping a silent vigil by Degas’s bedside for hours, neither of us willing to leave the frail Elder’s side—but neither of us able to speak to each other, either.
• “I understand,” Chris said, rising stiffly from his chair. His tuxedo was rumpled from spending the night sitting in a folding chair, his jacket long since discarded and his top few buttons undone. His tie was nowhere to be found. “But would it be possible for us to remain here tonight? Elder Degas is... well, he’s family.”