Chapter Twenty-Nine Eric paced in front of the crinkled leather hospital seats, sandals slapping against the hard floor. He hadn’t changed out of his wet swim shorts. His t-shirt was still damp at the bottom. Mari and Lexi were flipping through magazines, though I doubted either were actually reading them. Charlie waited with his head cradled in his hands. Sam slumped in a seat with his eyes closed. He could have been sleeping except for the deep crease between his eyes. When the doctor arrived, Eric was the first to reach him. “Is she okay?” We gathered around, anxious for news. “She’s in a coma.” The doctor spoke slowly, his eyes going from person to person. Mari gasped, and if it weren’t for Charlie grabbing her arms, she would have sunk to the ground. Silence stretched around us f

