Chapter Twenty-Six
It took three days for them to finally let me out of the hospital.
Between the awful glare of the white lights, trying not to think about Jaime and Mom, and spending every second Mari wasn’t with me panicking about if she was all right, it felt like I was going to explode any minute.
Walsh couldn’t find out anything about the investigation, neither could Alec.
When they called Alec back to the barracks, the panic and constant mind-itch of not knowing what was going on outside my room got bad enough I would have gladly drunk Harper’s nasty wine to dull my worry. But since she never came to visit, I didn’t have a chance to beg her for any.
Things didn’t get better when Miranda showed up to fuss over whether or not I was actually ready to leave.
I sat on my bed, still
