Chapter 4Dr. Alex Betscha bolted from Hiram's room to another emergency in the adjoining hospital resulting from the highway pileup. I'd been hovering in the hallway, but my cousin wouldn't provide any information to me because I wasn't related to or the deceased's next of kin. Alex was one of the most ethical men I knew, and he always took the time to comfort his patients and their families.
Hope craned her neck out the doorway, dabbing tears from her swollen eyes with a tissue. Several strands of hair torn from her headband hung loosely across her cheeks, underscoring the shock and pain from news of her father's death. “Are you still here, Kellan? I could use a friend.”
I wrapped my arms around her and let her forehead rest on my shoulder. Her skin was ice cold, so I grabbed a blanket
