When I entered Wharton General Hospital, Nana D was resting in a separate, secure area of the Emergency Room. Given she was the mayor and the sheriff"s office needed to speak with her in connection to a murder investigation, privacy was paramount.
Nana D sat up in a hospital bed with an IV drip attached to her arm. Although she wasn"t severely injured, she"d been isolated for seventy-two hours in a cabin without heat. Her body temperature had dropped, and she was slightly malnourished. Nana D had survived on a single can of soup and drank tap water to remain hydrated. Her body was fragile, yet there"d been no permanent damage. She"d aged at least a year, but I wouldn"t dare say such a horrific thing aloud. Despite her lack of strength, she"d knock me out with the nearest hard object.
“Al
