Chapter 58 What A Black-hearted, Stuck-up Bitch!

• The hospital waiting area smelled like disinfectant and burnt coffee.
• I sat on a plastic chair with my hands locked together hard enough that my fingers ached. Across from me, Danielle paced a short line between a vending machine and a pillar, phone pressed to her ear.
• "No - not at the house. Hospital," she said. "I don't know yet. Yes. I'm here." A pause. Her free hand pushed into her hair. "Mum, just come."