difference.
âDid you get answers?â Hope shone in Abbyâs eyes. âDid God talk to you?â
Deborah considered lying. It would be the kinder thing, surely, to offer Abby some sort of hope in an almost hopeless situation. But she was so tired of lying. And keeping secrets. She just didnât think she was capable of covering up one more. âTruthfully? No.â
âOh.â
âBut that doesnât mean He wonât,â she declared. If sheâd learned one thing since hearing about Perryâs deathâand then discovering what was in his roomâit was that sometimes hope was the only thing a person was able to cling to.
Chapter 10
âSome say a fool canât be trusted. I prefer to say that a fool canât be trusted twice.â
A ARON S CHROCK
F rannie Eicher was bored. She had now been in her beige hospital room for twenty-four hours, and that was twenty-three hours too long. There was truly no reason to still be trapped there. She felt fine now. Almost good.
Okay, good was stretching things a bit. Her face was bruised and swollen, and there were too many cuts on her face to count. Above all that, her eye ached. She was more tired than she could ever remember being, and her brain felt a little fuzzy.
But all that aside, she was definitely well enough to be released from her side of the beige, sterile room. After Luke left, the walls seemed to close in on her, making her feel like she was trapped in a closet.
More than anything, she ached to open a window and have the fresh air fan her face and cool her worries. But the nurse had told her that the windows were not made to be opened.
As her roommateâs voice grew louder on the phoneâtruly the woman had more friends and problems than a whole congregationâFrannie gritted her teeth.
Which is how the doctor found her.
âYouâre looking pretty upset, Frannie,â he said after checking her pulse and reading her chart. âIs the pain worse?â
â Nee. I just donât like being here.â
His worried expression eased. âYouâd be surprised how many people tell me that. No one likes being in the hospital.â
âThe windows wonât open and my roommate is chatty. Donâtcha think I could leave now?â
Dr. Carlson looked up from the notes he was taking. âYouâre really chomping at the bit. Are you sure you feel ready to be on your way?â
Hope filled her tone. âOh, yes. My eye will soon be better, right?â
âItâs healing, and the pain should lessen every day.â He looked at her chart again. âI see here that youâre only taking Ibuprofen now. That seems to be taking care of the pain?â
âJah.â Sheâd take the dull pain that remained over the feeling of being trapped.
He glanced at her chart again. âThe stitches can come out in a week. You can come back for that, or perhaps you have someone who could remove them for you?â
âYes. We have a local midwife whoâs had some medical training. Sheâs given children stitches. Perhaps she could take them out, too?â
âMost likely.â
All that news sounded hopeful. âSo you will let me leave? Soon?â She was proud of herself for not saying immediately .
His lips twitched. âI didnât say that.â
âWhat are you saying?â She felt crestfallen. âWhat are you waiting for?â
To her irritation, his half-smile turned into a broad grin. âYou are an impatient patient, arenât you?â he asked, making a little joke. âFrannie, before I sign your release form, Iâd like to know what youâre planning to do when you get home.â
The question caught her off guard. âWhat Iâm planning to do?â
âYes.â He looked at her steadily. âI want to know what you intend to do for the next few days.â
It sounded like a trick question, but she
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