He did not look at his uncle when he said it.

He looked at me.

“No changes at all, sir,” I answered, keeping my voice flat and neutral, keeping my eyes down, giving him nothing.

“Good,” he said, and he still had not so much as glanced at the man in the bed.

“Dr.

Wallace will be here at four.

And one more thing, Nora.” Here his voice hardened.

“If that child of yours screams through the night again the way he did, you will both be finding somewhere else to live.