Chapter 6
A NICE NURSE PRACTITIONER helps me pick the glass from my hair and clothes. She cleans all the cuts and scrapes. A doctor is confirming that my eyes are scratch-free as Sadie arrives with a change of clothes and an extra-large hot chocolate.
“Oh, Katy, dear.” Her hug is a cautious, gentle thing but so warm and safe that for a moment, tears fill my eyes.
“Malcolm?” My voice rings plaintive and scared around us. I haven’t sounded this way since my grandmother died.
“In a room, recovering. He has some broken ribs and a concussion. They want to keep him for a few days to make sure there isn’t any internal bleeding. Nigel’s up there now.”
“Can I ... I mean, will they let me see him?”
Sadie smiles at me and cups one side of my face with her hand. “They’d better. He’s been asking
