IT WAS A SIGN OF WHAT a good husband and father he was, Nathan thought as he entered the room on the intensive care ward where Eric Larsson had been placed, that his wife and both his children were there again. Their clothes were different from what they had been wearing the last time he was there, indicating they had been home to change at the least, but other than that they looked just as sad, angry, and worried as they had before.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump,” he said when the family reacted with surprise to his voice, which broke the quiet of the room. “How is he doing?”
Blossom shrugged her generous shoulders. “They say he’s doing alright, and is recovering nicely, but I can’t say I’ve seen any improvement.”
“It will take time,” Nathan said, projecting all the reassuranc
