“A yellow raincoat?”
He turned his chair toward the window. “Lucky guess.”
“No,” I said. “Nobody guesses a yellow raincoat keychain hanging from a car mirror.”
The hospital called before he answered.
Just like that, Adrian got to keep his secret a little longer.
***
I stepped into the hallway.
Dr. Evans’ voice came through low and careful. “Lisa’s rehab spot can only be held until tomorrow morning.”
I closed my eyes. “You said Friday.”
“Lucky guess.”
“I tried to extend it.”
“Then tell me what happens if I can’t pay.”
“She’ll be transferred to a lower-level long-term care facility.”
My hand tightened around the phone. “So she stays alive, but loses the program that might help her wake up.”
“I wish I had another answer.”
“So do I,” I said.
I hung up before I cried in Adrian’s hallway.
