Thirteen
Any news?
Raleigh glanced up from Charlotte’s text, taking in their group. Connor paced a restless circuit in front of the windows. Ewan sat across the hospital waiting room, knee bouncing, fingers tapping the arm of his chair. Kyla hunched, pale-faced and shaking, next to Sophie, who murmured quiet assurances. And her hand was clamped around his like a vise.
With his free hand, Raleigh managed to tap out a reply. Not yet. Angus is still in surgery.
Because he’d needed a bypass.
Charlotte’s reply popped up a minute later. How are you doing?
It was a fair question and no one else here would think to ask. Raleigh hated hospitals. The scents and sounds of them always made him think about those final months, watching his mother slowly wither away as the cancer continued its unst
