Chapter 50: Revenge
I just want to go home, slip on my yoga pants, climb into bed, and stay there for days.
I glance around the waiting room as I walk through. There are a few more people here now, a few more people who understand the agonizing but monotonous torture of having a loved one in the hospital. The man with the hat and the popped collar looks up as I pass, but otherwise no one pays me any attention.
A bright blue sky greets me as I step outside, and a warm breeze sweeps playfully across the parking lot, but neither one can lift my mood. I want to cry again, to sink down onto my knees and weep until all my tears have dried up.
I also want to call Orlando, to hear his voice one more time. To tell him I made his father laugh.
There's a footstep behind me.
"I was hoping for Orlando, but you'll do just as well."