14
Sara
By noon, I finally convince Dad to go home and get some rest, and I stay at the hospital with Mom, alternating between keeping her company and napping on a cot the nurses brought to her room. Whenever I come out to grab a coffee or a bite to eat, several suspicious-looking men follow me. FBI agents, most likely, though they could also be plain-clothes police—I have no idea how their jurisdictions work. I’m obviously not off the hook, but for now, they’re letting me get on with my life, and I’m grateful for that.
I don’t want to spend what little time I have here in jail.
Marsha comes by Mom’s room after getting off her shift, and after verifying that Mom is sleeping deeply, I let Marsha talk me into going to Patty’s to catch up.
“So,” she says as we take a seat at the corner t
