CHAPTER 57

GRANDMA CHARLOTTE’S POV

"Is she awake now?" For the gazillionth time in three days, I asked Finney.

We'd attended the same high school, but I was a senior while he was still in junior high. It was a private one.

I wasn't close to him. Just with his older sister, who'd died after a long, brutal battle with osteocarcinoma. So in a way, he was like a younger brother. By years.

Finney was his surname. His name was Douglas, but “Finney” had taken over his own name. Most people ...