CHAPTER 24
Kennedy had no idea why Willow was dragging her down hallway after hallway or why they had to take two different elevators. By the time Willow slowed down to look at a map of the hospital, they were already four towers away from the ICU where they’d prayed for Carl.
“Can you just tell me what we’re doing?” Kennedy wasn’t in the mood for games. Sandy’s words about Carl now sat ominously in her gut like a spoiled dinner. Words like permanent disability crashed around her cerebral cortex like the wild, unquenchable flames of Fahrenheit 451.
Willow looked back in the direction they’d just come from. Were they lost? She studied the map again. “Ok, it should be right down this hall. Or maybe that one.”
“Where are we going?” Kennedy hated to admit how whiney she sounded.
“You’ll s
