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HER mother looked so serene now. Like a bird at rest. Willa watched her sleep in the hospital bed, her wooly head tucked into her shoulder, her thin chest rising up and down. If not for the IV drip in her arm and the leg they’d put in traction, a passerby would never have guess she’d just been through such a harrowing experience.
But then again, there were no ghosts in this room, Willa noted. No wonder she looked so at peace. This hospital room was probably the quietest place she’d slept in years.
Willa wished she could feel the same. No, there weren’t any ghosts to contend with in this room, but Sawyer would be waiting for her outside. And they had a lot to talk about.
Maybe her mother had had it right all along, she thought as she dropped a kiss on the sleeping woman’s forehead an
