Up in Marnie’s room Samson was surprised to find her awake, resting comfortably in the hospital bed. Another stab of pain hit him as he realized that not only had Linus failed to share the news that Marnie was on the mend, but also the fact she was awake. Her color was a bit pale and she still sported a number of bandages, however, when she smiled her face lit up and he felt, for the first time in days, a sense of peace.
She gestured with her hand. “What’s wrong?” She gave him no chance to reply. “I can tell something is wrong. It’s written all over your face. You might as well skip all the gushy stuff and just tell me. You know I’ll keep badgering you until you do.”
“It’s nice to see you, too, Marnie,” Samson said, pulling the visitor’s chair over to the side of the bed and taking a sea
