CHAPTER 57
Over the next few days, I’m in constant pain, certain I’ve made a terrible mistake. Sometimes when I fall asleep, I secretly hope for another chance to chat with Grandma Lucy in her prayer room to let her know I’ve changed my mind. I’d rather cash in my ticket to heaven, but it seems that the choice to survive is no longer mine to make.
Hee-man never leaves my side. I tell him that baby of his must have a really bad disposition if he finds my company more bearable than hers, but I’m not sure he gets the joke.
Everyone hovers over me — Doc, the Swedish ambassador. I haven’t been outside in months, but one morning I’m woken up by a familiar sound.
Ruff.
I can’t turn my head fast enough. There at the window, his paws trying to dig through the glass to get to me, is the ugliest
