In the days that followed, Rashel actively ignored Jethro as much as she could.
But now that she was ignoring the only person who could keep her company, the hospital had begun to get too quiet, and she wanted to go back home. To her room and her work.
She sat upright on the bed as she patted her stomach gently while speaking to her unborn child. Sunlight sifted into the room through the light curtains in the room. Too bright, in her opinion. There was an occasional honk of cars and sirens from a distance, and the sound of a cart’s wheels passing the hallway. Aside from these, the room was quiet.
She felt a jolt of excitement last night when the doctor mentioned there was a chance of her being discharged from the hospital. It was that energy and expectation that took her through the nig
