Chapter 6February
Seven Years Earlier
Jessie felt as if she was floating, and while her eyes refused to open, the surrounding sounds were familiar. The steady beep of the heart monitor, the periodic crackle of the intercom, and Dylan.
“Come on, Jessie,” Dylan cried in a husky voice. “It’s been three days. Come back to me. I can’t lose you too.”
It wasn’t long before what she thought were squeaky soles entered the room. “Good evening, Dylan,” a gentle voice addressed. “Any change?”
“No,” Dylan replied softly. “Why is it taking so long?”
Jessie heard a clicking sound, as if Ms. Squeaky Shoes was checking the beeping equipment next to her bed. Then a slight tug and cool fingers lifted her left hand and smoothed it on top of a blanket.
“Her body needs time to heal,” the nurse answered.
