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Johnny, Sebastian, and I sat in the back of the limo, all of us hastily dressed, all of us watching Connor with fear and concern.

My fiancé sat next to me, staring out the window, his face blank and pale as a waxwork figure.

Outside the window, the lights of New York City flashed by in the early morning darkness.

“He had a heart attack on the way home,” Sebastian explained quietly. “His limo driver took him directly to the hospital, but… it was too late.”

Connor just stared out the window. He didn’t say anything.

“We don’t have to do this now,” Sebastian said. “His limo driver identified him to the authorities, so there’s no reason to – ”

“I want to see him,” Connor said, his voice monotone.

“We could wait until later this morning – ”

“I want to see my father.”

Sebastian acquiesced. “Okay.”

“Has anyone notified my mother and brother?”

“Yes, the hospital did, but they’re out of town.”

“He said that,” Connor remarked, like it was a mildly interesting fact he’d just now remembered. “He