Eight
I Don’t Think So
10:27 a.m.
26 December
San Francisco General Hospital
“I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t see her yet,” says the woman seated behind a desk in the hospital’s special wing of guest suites.
“But why ever not?” Hugh asks, running a hand over the red tie from Marian.
“Only immediate family members are allowed in our guest suites before visiting hours. You’re on the list of permitted visitors but not on the list of family members.”
Bloody hell… “But her family isn’t here, are they? I’m the only one on either of her lists who isn’t now on holiday. And I’d rather she not be alone. Especially at this time of year.”
Hugh is fairly certain any decent person would be sympathetic towards Marian’s circumstances and go the extra mile to ensure she doesn’t have to spend the hol
