Although she truly was exhausted, the second night in her hospital bed was no better than the first. She knew what the problem was: she hadn’t yet been able to see Miss Hamilton.
Giving up on sleep, she decided to at least try for a quick peek into Miss Hamilton’s room to see the lady’s condition for herself. Penelope Hamilton’s sister would no doubt arrive tomorrow, but no one was with her now.
Slowly and quietly, Concordia swung her legs over the bed and felt around for her slippers. She hesitated, then slipped her arm out of the sling, experimentally flexing her arm and shoulder. Just a little stiff, but otherwise fine.
Staying close to the shadowy side of the corridor, Concordia quietly shuffled past the nurse rummaging in the supply closet, and at last found Miss Hamilton’s room al
