Chapter 3
Dr. Bradford ushered us down the hall to a small conference room. He seemed to take my presence for granted, and for that I was grateful. Zack sat close to me, his knee touching mine under the table. I could feel it bouncing with nerves or anxiety, and I dropped my hand to his thigh. Immediately he stilled, and some of the tension left his body.
“Everything looks really good,” the doctor said. He had a warm, pleasant voice. “Josie will most likely sleep for most of the day. But if she does wake up, and she seems confused, don’t worry. It’s completely normal with a head injury. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s missing hours or days prior to the accident. Short-term memory loss is very common in these cases.”
“Is it possible she’s lost more memory than that?” Zack’s voi
