Daniella had finally finished what needed her attention in the pack house kitchen. That included sending her son, Enzo, to the hospital to deliver a large box of pastries to the nurses’ station closest to where their new guest would be. She had instructed him to stay until the young woman was taken to her room, so he could set up a small, out-of-the-way area to hold a coffee pot and snacks for the family and for her when she awakened. Daniella had met John before, and he had proudly shown her pictures of his daughter. She wanted to do her best to make him more comfortable while his daughter recovered. This also meant that Daniella needed to speak with John to ensure he and his daughter had meals they enjoyed.
“Hey, Danni,” one of the kitchen staff called to her as she washed the flour off
