Chapter 17Hospital air seemed synonymous with the smell of death. The peculiar heavy odor of sickness and medicine made Abi gag. Air that should be kept healthy inside that hospital was not fresh the way the breeze in the hills was fresh and light. The most modern air conditioning system did little to purge the confined atmosphere.
“We'll follow you.” Abi motioned to the detective. She had never been inside the hospital.
Det. Britto leaned close and whispered. “Okay, but let's not draw attention to ourselves.”
This was not the way Abi had envisioned she and her daughter would meet again. She always dreamed that they would recognize each other, would run toward one another with outstretched arms, and hold and cry joyously and never again part. The imagined reunion was indelibly etched in
