They weren’t yet out of Peculiar when Marcus suggested, “We should be heading back to the hospital.”
“I’ve called them three times this morning,” Evan muttered. “There’s no news. They’re advising me to talk to Ravi after his rounds.”
“I’m sure he’ll have more to say. You’ll get more information at least. They must’ve done some more tests by now.”
“I’ll feel better when she wakes up. Or just flutters her eyelids or flinches from a pinprick. Until then, I’ll have to focus on not losing my mind.”
“We should pray about it.”
“Marcus, I’ve already told you that’s not working for me these days.”
Thurston drew a breath, trying to summon patience, when he said, “I’ll deliver the sermon on Sunday. You have enough on your mind.”
Evan turned on him. “Is that the first step to relieving me? Are
