CHAPTER 49
Kennedy had never been more thankful to be tired and jetlagged. She hadn’t bothered to carry anything besides what would fit in her backpack so she could take a cab directly from the airport to the hospital in Seattle where Ian was being treated.
The details of his release were still coming in, but Kennedy didn’t care who had gotten him home or how. All she wanted was assurance that he really was alive and that he was going to survive.
Connie had told her by phone, and her parents had both issued dire warnings as well, that she needed to be prepared for the worst. When she saw him, he was going to look awful (think h*******t survivor, her dad had said, planting a very helpful image in her mind), and his recovery would probably have to be measured in months and not weeks or da
