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Unburying the Past
We took our time the next morning, sharing the shower, luxuriating in one another’s company. There was a restaurant on the resort’s grounds, so we wandered over there to fortify ourselves for the day. By the time we were done, it was past ten o’clock, and I knew I couldn’t delay any longer.
“So….” Connor said as we climbed back into the Cherokee. By tacit agreement, he got into the driver’s seat. “Hospital or house?”
“House,” I replied. I’d briefly toyed with the idea of going to Hoag Hospital to see if there was any more information I could dig up, but realized that was a dead end. There might be the remotest chance that there were nurses or doctors still on staff who’d been there when they delivered me, but I kind of doubted it. Twenty-two years was a long time.
