“He’d demanded Yvonne take him to see Caroline, but Vonnie had pointed out, as did Quincy, only immediate family was permitted to visit at such a late hour. There was some relief in knowing Caroline wasn’t alone, that Reg was with her, and that Quincy had set her up in a private room at St. Luke’s Hospital. Yes, some relief, but little comfort. The hospital staff refused to give out patient information over the phone and he couldn’t contact Reg. Apprehension set in Will’s gut, a block of stone pressing into chest. After he removed his dried-out contact lenses, he showered off the jail grime that was worse than Mumbai’s gunge, and went to sleep in Caroline’s bed with Batman snuggled under his arm. He’d tried to relax with the dog, tried not to think the worst, but that was exactly what he did. The words brain damage drifted through his mind—images of Caroline in a wheelchair, of Caroline losing the ability to speak, of Caroline being in some kind of vegetative state. He learned nothing ...new about her condition in the morning.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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