Chapter 12
Jacksonville, FL
WHEN I GOT HOME, I took a glass of wine and a book to the bedroom. I stripped, crawled into bed, and read until the wineglass was empty. Then I turned out the light and was instantly asleep.
Monday morning, I was at the hospital before seven. Mike was awake when I walked into the room, breakfast in hand.
“Good morning, sunshine,” I said.
“Hi. That for me?”
“You bet.”
I walked over to the bed, kissed him, and placed his food on the moveable tray. “Need anything before I go to work?”
“You’re not staying?”
“I’m going to have a full day’s work done by noon so I can take the rest of the day off to spring you from this place.”
“In that case, get on with it.”
“I’ll repeat the question, in case you forgot. Need anything before I go to work?”
“Nada. Go. Don’t
