Aunt Estella and Gio arrived twenty minutes later.
Aunt Estella was carrying a bag: sandwiches, fruit, a thermos of coffee. Gio had his phone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. They had come straight from the estate.
"You need to eat," Aunt Estella said, pressing a sandwich into Franz's hands.
"I'm not hungry."
"I don't care. You've been here for hours. You need to keep your strength up."
"I can't. Not until—" He stopped. Swallowed. "Not until I know they're both all right."
Aunt Estella looked at him for a long moment. Then she nodded and set the sandwich aside. "When she comes out, you'll need your strength. She'll need you present. Don't make her worry about you on top of everything else."
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. But you will be."
