Chapter 70: Miranda

The first two days Eason and I had been in Mason Belle were spent at the hospital, for the most part. I had no idea how exhausting it could be to sit next to a bed all day. The drive back and forth didn't help, and I wished now that we'd gotten a hotel room. I'd done a fairly good job avoiding Sarah and only coming a few minutes before she had to leave. So much remained unresolved between us. We'd managed to meander around it on the phone; yet somehow, in person, it was like dragging an iron ball on a chain by my ankle. The weight was crippling.

Eason and I sat on the couch in Daddy's room. The tick of the clock kept me engrossed, wondering when Sarah would leave. At twelve past the hour, I finally asked, not so eloquently. "Don't you need to go?"