Chapter Twenty-Nine
Nora
“How much longer will it be?”
The nurse at the desk glanced up with a patient smile. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come up to the circular desk and asked that very question. “He’s out of surgery, and everything went well. As soon as he’s cleared for visitors, I promise I’ll come find you.”
Curling my arms around my waist, I murmured, “Thank you.”
I was restless, and it was hard to sit in the waiting room. Cat was texting with her friends to pass the time. While Daphne, ever efficient, had somehow remembered to bring her computer tablet and was planning menus for the resort. Flynn seemed content to lounge in a chair flipping through channels on the wall-mounted television.
Nothing was helping me calm my internal state. I felt raw and split open by this
