Chapter 31
Mark followed his mother out of the room. He started to speak to her, but she’d stopped to talk to the security guard. She’d done that on purpose to avoid talking to him. b****y hell.
Bloody hell.“Molly, do me a favor, will you?” Julia said.
“Sure, Dr. Driscoll.”
Security guard, Molly McGuire, had blonde hair that she had braided and pinned up like a crown. She’d always worn it that way. He’d made fun of it in high school and that’s when she’d decked him. It was on that particular day that Mark had learned infinite respect for his classmate. She didn’t look a day older than she had in high school and now, she was pregnant and glowing.
Her husband came up to the ward almost every day when he picked her up from work to brag about their baby’s progress and explain the ongoing
