CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
‘I get you coffee.’ Mrs Tesorino flapped a hand in what Franklin guessed was the direction of the kitchen. But she sat limply on the couch by her husband as if the suggestion had left her exhausted.
The thought of a drink curdled in his gut. Along with regret that he’d imposed himself on this family, thinking he had something to offer them in their grief. An improvement upon his phone message yesterday, presumably while they were at the hospital.
‘No, thanks. But I could make you all one?’
Franklin went to get up, but dropped to his seat when Sam’s parents gazed at him blankly and her sister shook her head. Nobody else reacted.
Mr Tesorino gathered the energy to say that Sam’s older sister and husband were with her in the ICU.
His wife added, ‘We take turns. They
