“Only family members are allowed,” the receptionist told me.
I sighed, fearing this would happen. I had no choice except to sit in the hospital’s waiting room. After finding out someone attacked Leo, I couldn’t sit at home and do nothing. I wanted to see him. To be here for him, not to explain the mix up, but just simply be by him. I let myself plop into the shell-shaped chair. This was my fault, I thought. If I continued to chase Leo after he heard me talk about Roland, then he wouldn’t be here. I envisioned him in the bed, wincing in pain with cords coming out of him.
Before leaving my house, I gathered my laptop and switched into comfy shoes while Stone explained what he knew. Leo was walking on a trail at Crockett Park alone when someone crept up behind him and struck. An English Mas
