Sadie is out of the ICU, but it takes the nurse at the desk several minutes to tell me where Sadie is. She has to call over a few different nurses, and then they have to speak with the head nurse.
As they shuffle around the desk, moving papers and checking the computer, I grow increasingly more agitated, wondering if Sadie is here, if she’s alive … Or maybe the nurses are trying to find someone to break the news to me?
Finally, the nurse smiles and waves me over to the desk. The knot of tension in my chest doesn’t ease until she tells me Sadie is being held in a private room on the third floor.
“Sadie Hatch?” I ask, certain this has to be a mistake. Sadie doesn’t have the funds for something like that. “Are you sure?”
She nods and gives me the room number.
How did Sadie afford a priva
