Eleven hours of sleep did David a lot of good. So did breakfast; instead of hospital food he ate homemade French toast which his cousin Roxanne had dropped off while he was sleeping. He savored the meal, partly because it was delicious and partly to avoid the awkward silence. Jake focused on his own food as well.
As promised, a social worker arrived early. In fact David hadn’t quite finished his breakfast, or at least he would’ve kept eating if the social worker’s arrival hadn’t caused him to lose all interest in food.
“I’m Amanda, and I’ve been assigned to help you process the unusual circumstances you’ve found yourselves in,” she began, pulling a chair over between the two beds. “Let’s start with introductions.”
“Jake Nelson.”
“Julie Rowan and my husband Ed.”
Amanda shook their hand
