CHAPTER 14
NIGHT OF RESPITE“This is a bad idea, Liz,” said Jamie. “Why am I even here?” Her eyes roamed the jazz bar situated outside of the city, the loud voices drowning out the sound of the jazz band playing in a corner of the room. A piano had a backdrop of a blue curtain where a towering man was playing his music, while a drummer beat down softly in the centre of the stage. A cellist strummed to the beat of a sleepy tune that caused her eyes to droop a little. The soft lighting and soulful music would have been relaxing if the voices of other spectators could bring it down a notch.
Liz hit her softly on the shoulder. “Oh, come on, girl. You need a break from all the crap that’s going on. You should have more fun away from the hospital. Let your hair down and forget your troubles. To
