Before Jonathan could answer another question, his phone rang.
He listened carefully and stepped into the hallway.
When he returned, he explained that someone claiming to represent the Whitcomb company’s insurer had contacted the hospital seeking information about my admission and visitors.
The hospital refused to disclose anything.
Dad looked thoughtful. GetParenting Tips
“They aren’t simply trying to control the story,” he said. “They’re trying to find out what we know.”
For the first time, I wondered whether my fall had presented Preston’s family with an opportunity they’d been anticipating.
Part Three: The Blue Book
That evening, a nurse arranged a brief visit with Lily. She arrived wearing her favorite lavender sweater and holding a folded drawing.
She cautiously approached my bed, clearly following instructions to be gentle. Seeing the worry on her little face nearly shattered the composure I’d regained.
“Grandpa says you’re getting better,” she told me.