She should have called by now.
Nash checked his watch again as he wrapped a call about package theft. Surely discharge shouldn’t take more than two hours. It wasn’t like when Robert had been released after bypass surgery. This should have been simple. Sign a few releases and go.
Before he pulled away from the curb, he called her. No answer. It might mean nothing. There was probably a logical explanation. But he couldn’t shake the bad feeling that had lodged in his gut, so he headed for the hospital. If she wasn’t there, he’d check back at the house.
The parking lot was packed. He drove up and down the aisles, scanning vehicles. When he saw Robert’s truck on the last row, the knot in his belly unclenched. She was still here. But why? This morning, they’d convinced the doctor to manufactu
