Chapter Twenty-Nine
“We’ve decided to keep your mom here a few more days so we can monitor her more closely.” Dr. Morrison wrote something on her clipboard and handed it to Zoe.
“A prescription?” She squinted at the piece of paper. The doctor had caught her fast asleep, head resting on her forearms, splayed across her mother’s hospital bed. Hair stuck to her sweaty cheek.
“You look like you could use some rest. This might help. Don’t worry, it’s a simple sleep aid, over the counter. I’m not breaking any rules.”
She handed it back to her. “I’m good. I probably look like crap, but really, I’m fine.” What ailed her couldn’t be fixed by a prescription, anyway. A deep sadness had settled into her heart, as if etching it with permanent ink. Padric was probably gone by now. But even if he was
