CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next day, Clair was in the discharge area of the hospital waiting for her ride. She sat on a padded vinyl bench in a slumped position, rubbing her throat up and down trying to massage away the soreness from the tubes they shoved down her throat when they pumped her stomach.
The large windows allowed in so much sunlight, she reached into her handbag for sunglasses. With decorative plants everywhere, and people walking all around, it seemed surreal; almost like a dream.
Clair continued to wait and was expecting Hunter; instead, it was Glenn. He sat beside her, and she moved as far away as possible without falling off the edge. Neither had a word to say. This went on for several minutes.
Glenn was the first to break the silence.
“I never told you this, but my mother
