CHAPTER 57
GRANDMA CHARLOTTE’S POV
"Is she awake now?" For the gazillionth time in three days, I asked Finney.
We'd attended the same high school, but I was a senior while he was still in junior high. It was a private one.
I wasn't close to him. Just with his older sister, who'd died after a long, brutal battle with osteocarcinoma. So in a way, he was like a younger brother. By years.
Finney was his surname. His name was Douglas, but “Finney” had taken over his own name. Most people thought that was his name.
"Not yet, ma'am. But when she is, I'll let you know." And as always, he gave me the same patient, understanding response.
"Why is it taking so long to come awake? I hope there's not been any permanent damage or anything that'll cause her to become a...a..." The word was difficu
