CHAPTER 50
Yes, she had definitely made a mistake coming to Seattle.
What did she expect? For Ian to be sitting in his hospital bed, smiling at her and ready to play a few rounds of Scrabble?
Tears streaked down her cheeks. Hot and angry tears.
Why, God? You brought him home, but like this?
Maybe she was no better than the Israelites in the desert, grumbling for meat when God had so recently fed them manna, but she didn’t care.
She didn’t want to leave him alone, but she didn’t want to stay. How long was Connie going to take?
“You sure you want to go now, Kensie girl?” her dad had asked. “It might make more sense to let him recover some of his strength first.”
He’d tried to warn her, and she had ignored him. Like some silly girl with a Florence Nightingale complex, she had it in he
