"She went to pick up the meds, should be back any minute," Zachary said.

Our conversation was short and plain, not a hint of emotion in it.

Just as he finished speaking, Debbie pushed the door open and walked in. When she saw me, she stopped and patted her chest, saying, "Thank God you're back. This whole thing scared the heck out of me."

"How's Danny?" I asked as I glanced at him—he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"The doctor ...