FORTY-FOUR
Saturday morning came fast. Charlie was already up before the nurses came into her room. James slept soundly in his chair. He looked like a little kid with one hand curled up under his chin. She could hear him breathing. His eyeballs moved behind his closed eyelids. She couldn’t help wonder what he dreamt.
Charlie wished her mother and sister would be in town in time for her surgery. Maybe it was better they wouldn’t get in until a little later. She did not need them sitting around a waiting room worrying. They would worry anyway, she knew. They just wouldn’t be here while doing it.
She carefully crossed her arms. Trying to block what was about to happen was impossible. In a few short hours, her life would change forever. She never saw herself in this position. She’d known pe
