Chapter 3The morning dawned crisp and sharp, brittle gold, sea-scented, salt-edged. They got up and got dressed. Colby, without prompting, started coffee for everyone, and also made breakfast: eggs in approximately six different ways, and ricotta pancakes, and cranberry-walnut quick scones. Those were delicious, as usual.
They got Jason’s father into a car, and off to the hospital. Right on time.
Allie stayed home, in part to study and in part because they were out of space in the car. But she’d be a phone call away.
The nurses were kind. Everyone was kind. They whisked Luca away promptly, as scheduled. They said it’d be a couple of hours, at least.
Routine. Everyday. Simple enough. Jason knew all that. He knew.
He found a seat near his mother, in the waiting room. The room was nice—t
