“How did you know to come to the hospital?” Diana asked Andy after what felt like an hour of sitting in silence. After all, she’d called Rodney and Becky, Jed’s parents, not Andy. Before Andy could answer, his cell phone rang.
“Hello.”
Diana watched Andy, her hands fisted in the same tight grip as her stomach.
“I’ve got Diana. No, he’s been airlifted to Harborview, in Seattle. He should be there now. They airlifted him from Arlington about an hour ago.” Andy glanced over at Diana, then back at the road. Even with Andy’s dark glasses, she could see the concern that tightened his face. She tried to relax her hands and then stared at the old dingy runners she’d put on this morning, her faded blue jeans with the tear in the knee, and she realized then she was wearing one of her older pink t
