CHAPTER 75
“So, this woman who’s sick, you’re saying you just met her last week?”
I don’t have words for this. I can’t explain how I’m feeling, but I’m going to die trying because Eliot’s here. He stopped by Natalie’s room on his lunch break to find me having a verifiable mental breakdown by her crib.
“She prayed for her,” I sob.
He doesn’t have a clue what I’m talking about, poor guy, but he makes all the right soothing noises and tries to get some more information.
“So, she was special to you because she prayed with you for your daughter?” I wouldn’t be surprised if Eliot walks out of this room and never thinks about me again unless it’s to wonder whatever happened to that insane woman from his past and her sick little girl.
“Grandma Lucy believed in healing.” I bury my face in my
