Marilyn

“Kandace,” I call as she and her husband, Dax, walk toward the elevators.

Kandace Richards, Justin’s sister, turns. She’s easy to spot with her bright auburn hair. Her eyes are puffy from crying. Seeing our group, she asks, “Are you here for Justin?”

I nod, wanting to get to her but needing to follow hospital procedures. “We are. Do you know where you’re going?”

“Surgery waiting room,” Dax says. ...