Andrea flew to the counter at reception. “We’re here to see Jack Testa,” she said, out of breathing from running.
“Oh, my goodness!” the nurse behind the counter squealed. “It’s Andrea Sparks!”
“Right now, I’m Andrea Testa, Jack Testa’s granddaughter.” Her face was firm. All of this fangirling could wait until later. “My mom, Karen Testa-Hix, is with him, and some other family members. They are expecting us.”
“Yes, of course.” The nurse’s smile faded, and Andrea felt bad for hurting her feelings, but she was in a hurry. “Room 207. Wait—are you Case Meyer?”
Not answering, they rushed off to the elevator. Andrea tapped her foot nervously. They seemed to be going so slowly! Case took her hand and reminded her to breathe. The doors opened, and she rushed out, almost plowing into a doctor.
