Chapter 9
If there was anything more oppressive than a hospital waiting room, Gage didn’t know what it could be. The room wasn’t that small, but it felt like it was no bigger than your average jail cell. Gage kept to himself on one side of the room, armed with his phone and mp3 player and a book. But he didn’t want to listen to music, Christopher couldn’t send him a constant series of texts, and his eyes simply wouldn’t focus on the book. The words kept blurring into meaningless shapes. The anxiety in the room was palpable, and a part of him longed to wrap his arms around his mother’s shoulders and reassure her everything was going to be fine. But he couldn’t make that promise and he didn’t think she wanted to hear it from him, anyway.
Brett and his fiancé flanked Sarah, Brett sending mu
