She didn’t make a conscious decision, but she was soon dressed and back in her car. She wanted answers, and she was going to get some. She wasn’t going to hide from this part of her life, unlike Boone. She could bask in bed all day, but somehow Jonah had become entwined with her family and her need to find out more answers. Maybe she got an extra amount of strength from Jonah, but she headed to Petersberg and on to St. Francis.
Three employees sat behind a large counter when she entered the bricked hospital. Her sandals echoed against the tiled flooring, and a middle-aged woman with graying hair and a nametag that said Marge looked up with a pleasant smile. “Good morning. How may I help you?”
“I’m here to see my grandmother.”
“What’s her name?”
“Sandra O’Hara.”
Marge turned to the com
