Heather felt her attention wandering while Dr. Croster spoke. He was near her father’s age and possessed a soothing, low voice that didn’t help her fight the drowsiness her painkillers caused.
Felicity had brought lunch and stayed for an hour or so before heading back to the ranch. Dwayne hadn’t left at all, and he was starting to get on Heather’s nerves. But he’d kept everyone up-to-date, which was mentally freeing. She didn’t have to explain to her principal or her co-workers what had happened.
He’d contacted Pastor Gifford and reported that she could have a hot meal that evening, once she knew where she’d be.
Everyone seemed against her idea that she could stay in her own house and take care of herself, even Dr. Croster. He’d even said he wouldn’t release her from the hospital if she
