Chapter 30She had more than an hour to herself while the doctor treated Dakota’s hand—along with the knee, which was too obvious to hide. In that time, she paid for the service with a fraudulent credit card, made a call to Katya to let their boss know that her dad was alive and would need medical care, and spent a good twenty minutes brooding.
The subject? Her dad’s illness, of course. The relatively minor injuries done to his body by his captors were nothing compared to the kind of damage such a disease could inflict on him. Ken read about M.S. on her phone. The signs, symptoms, and treatments. No cure, but it was manageable. Still, the weakened state she’d noticed time and again, the shaking, the recurring susceptibility to colds and either minor sicknesses—he would always have that. Wa
