Diana squeezed the cardboard cup with the dreg of bitter hospital coffee. She perched against the glass window, looking down on her family in the waiting room. Rodney and Becky were dozing, with her head in his lap. Brad sat with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. His chin rested against his chest as he softly snored.
Neil slid beside her, pressed his shoulder against hers and nudged. “You’ve held up really well, Diana. Why don’t you get some sleep?”
She shook her head, feeling bone-weary and tired, with a heavy caffeine buzz from all the coffee she’d downed. She felt all shaky, but it was from the caffeine, which wasn’t smart, considering the complicated circumstances.
She was sweaty and sticky too, and she realized she probably smelled. She was almost tempted to take a whiff of her
